An open tuned Appalachian traditional song about belonging.
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Story behind the song
This song is about a tribal sense of place, loyaty, and identity.
Lyrics
"Appallachia Is My Home" words and music by Mark F. Bernheisel copyright 2007
verse 1:
This story is a tale to tell.
What you believe is yours to sell.
It don't matter when it's your time to die,
if you leave no kinsmen you've just wasted time.
Our name means, "House of the Bear".
How we earned it I'll venture to dare.
We come from Germans, Scotts and Franks.
You won't break these warrior ranks.
chorus:
Appallachia is my home.
Appallachia where I was born.
verse 2:
We're free yeomen from days of old.
And our lands we continue to hold.
We've raised our castles, fought our walls.
We raise our horns within our halls.
Now I don't know what you stand for.
For kindred folk unbar the door.
That none may perish, none may yeild.
Let our foes taste these swords we wield.
verse 3:
Freely come and freely go.
Be spare with words and swift with blows.
Merry meet and merry part.
Share with friend what's in your heart.
Be true to kin, kith and folk.
Trolls may take those other blokes.
I don't care who's in L.A..
We'll reconquer those lands one day.
verse 4:
I've done six years long hard time,
for a deed I done to protect my life.
I lived for years out in the woods,
without a hat, coat or roof.
You've been warned now you pay heed.
You'll fall prey to lions you feed.
Mind your manners, watch your step.
Bite your tongue lest you forget.
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