I grow up on Mandolin Mountain, High on melody Hill, High sweet harmony, Water out the well My life is passing through me, And I'm mostly satisfied, The old songs keep calling me, Calling trough the night I grow up on Mandolin Mountain, High on melody Hill, High sweet harmony, Water out the well It was written inthe book of life, Way back down the road, Love is for the pasioned ones, The honest turn to gold I grow up on Mandolin Mountain, High on melody Hill, High sweet harmony, Water out the well My life is running through me, And I'm satisfied, The old songs keep calling me, Calling in the night Calling in the night All along the valley of the boine On to tired hill I know that it always was And I know it always will. I grow up on Mandolin Mountain, High on melody Hill, High sweet harmony, Water out the well