Where the cool mountain breezes blow

O'er the laurels and rhododendrons

And my sweet Avery County Rose

I can hear the old folks singing

While the fiddles softly play

I can hear that banjo ringing

Through the valley at close of day

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The fragrance of the flowers

Fill the air with sweet perfume

As my sweetheart walked beside me

Neath that Avery County moon

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