Avery County

Tonight I'm dreaming of Avery County

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

Thru the valley at close of day

The fragrance of the flowers

Fill the air with sweet perfume

As my sweetheart walked beside me

Neath that Avery County moon