(Beckley/Doyle)
They were eighteen in nineteen forty-two
So much in love, but what could they do
But say goodbye
He promised her under a lover's moon
That he'd be back for her when the war was through
And she cried
And though he never came back and the years have come and gone
Deep in her heart, he never left at all
(Chorus):
He's still living in Virginia, you can see it in her eyes
When the sun is sinking low across the Blue Ridge Skies
She waltzes with his memory to another place and time
He's still living in Virginia in her mind
There's a scrapbook in a trunk beside her bed
Filled with photographs and letters he sent
Stained with tears
And some old records she plays when no one's around
They're scratched and worn, but still a beautiful sound
To her ears
When the music plays low, the years begin to fade
She can almost hear him whisper her name
(Chorus):
He's still living in Virginia, you can see it in her eyes
When the sun is sinking low across the Blue Ridge Skies
She waltzes with his memory to another place and time
He's still living in Virginia in her mind