It's been a hard summer in the mountains It's been a hard summer in the delta It's been a hard summer in these hills In these hills In these hills Can you feel the aching in your shoulders Can you feel the aching in your shoulders Can't you feel the aching in your shoulders I do, I do It's been a hard summer It's been a hard summer It's been a hard summer In these hills The mourning dove sings out in the mountains The mockingbird sings on in the Delta The whippoorwill sings on in these hills In these hills, in these hills And there's a wind blowing through the redbuds There's a wind blowing through the cypress There's a wind blowing through the pine trees On to us, on to us There's a wind blowing There's a wind blowing There's a wind blowing On to us It's been a hard summer in the mountains It's been a hard summer in the Delta It's been a hard summer in these hills In these hills In these hills But mourning dove, don't you weep for me Mockingbird, don't you weep for me Whippoorwill, please don't weep for me 'Cause I can sing, I can sing It's been a hard summer It's been a hard summer It's been a hard summer In these hills