Theres a place in Patrick County Where stories have been told Bout a farmer and an Indian maid The love so young and bold Jeb Stuart was a mountain man Who worked hard with his hands Set his eyes on an Indian maid The fairest in the land [Chorus] Meet me on the mountain top where the far land you can seek Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap The maid was high chiefs daughter Some things he did not know About how she loved the farmer About never to let go The story says she ran away And betrayed her native tribe Death was the price she paid To keep him by her side [Chorus] Meet me on the mountain top where the far land you can seek Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap Deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains They took each others hands The place where starcrossed lovers made their final stand Now gaze upon the rolling hills and hear the lovers cry Now theyre just a memory Of a never heard goodbye [Chorus] Meet me on the mountain top where the far land you can seek Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap
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