Once there was a buffalo trace Cutting through a Kentucky canebreak Probably wouldn't think it today But there was once a buffalo trace On back in another time The Shawnee roamed these mountain sides You'd see the beaver swim and bobwhite fly On back in another time You could hear angels singing in the leaves Taste freedom flowing in the stream You couldn't help but look off that mountaintop and dream And hear angels singing in the leaves If you go to the woods far from town Out where there's no modern sound And find you a rock and just sit down Close your eyes and listen to how You can still hear angels singing in the leaves Taste freedom flowing in the stream You can't help but look off that mountaintop and dream And hear angels singing in the leaves Taste freedom flowing in the stream You can't help but look off that mountaintop and dream And hear angels singing in the leaves