The green leaves hang over rusty tin And the porch roof is falling through Blue morning glories bloom outside my room And a field of white daisies, too. I'll wear my old coat and my overalls I'll wear my brogan shoes My old felt hat and gold watch chain And an honest face will do. Where queen anne's lace and bright goldenrod And the green grasses wave so true Where the bramble rose, so snow white grows And the skies are always blue. I'll sing some old song that's forgot and gone I'll play on the violin, too And I might recite well into the night Some story that's known to be true. Then just let me stay up here were the air is clear And the cool rippling waters run down In this shady mountain clime till the end of my time On the slopes of Beech Mountain I'll be found. Tag: Last 2 lines of