Always lookin up towards the sky

Reminds me of my papa and mama

Who lived there eighty years before they died

Chorus:

Now the bright moon is shinin in the valley

That old wagon leans against a stack of hay

Two graves on the hillside by our cabin

My mom and Dad are restin there today

The burnin of the green wood on the fireplace

The fallen snow around the redwood trees

The branches of the laurel by the creek bed

And the ripplin waters of the gentle stream

Chorus:

Now the bright moon is shinin in the valley…

Papa used to talk about the young days

When he and mama first settled there

He spoke about the love of the mountains

That he and mama shared together there

Chorus:

Now the bright moon is shinin in the valley…