In the cabins
In the canyons
Folks are sick in heart and soul!
They have asthma; they have cancer
And the wind blows black as coal

Oh my homeland
Oh my homeland
Oh my Blue Ridge Mountain home
Once I was a simple miner
Now the mountain tops are gone

With the treasures
In our valleys
We should all be millionaires
Corporations took our profits
Left the landscape scarred and bare

Oh my homeland
Oh my homeland
Oh my Blue Ridge Mountain home
You are lost and gone forever
And the mountain tops are blown (spoken) right off!

Granny Marlies and the Raging Grannies of Greater Westerly, Rhode Island