The Blue Ridge Is Turning Red And Gold Lyrics

Geese are flying southbound

Weather's getting cold

And the Blue Ridge

Is turning red and gold

Apples in the orchard

By the bushel sold

And the Blue Ridge

Is turning red and gold

Fire on the mountains

Walking through the flames

Falling from the branches

Of her trees again

Days are getting shorter

Year's a growing old

And the Blue Ridge

Is turning red and gold

Fire on the mountains

Walking through the flames

Falling from the branches

Of her trees again

The days are getting shorter

Year's a growing old

And the Blue Ridge

Is turning red and gold

And the Blue Ridge

Is turning red and gold