Bein' born in blocks of buildings with a subway lullaby When I dreamed of Appalachia It was dreams that had to die Coal trains wailing, banjos frailing Sounds escaping through the door Yes the Face of Appalachia She was changing that's for sure She was changing that's for sure Grandpa made me quite a promise For the day I came of age He said we'd walk through Appalachia Northern Georgia on through to Maine Dreadful sorry my beloved Such a promise couldn't keep All my dreams of Appalachia Just an old man's memories Just an old man's memories