n the peaceful Bluestone Valley,

            God tucked me in bed last night,

He pulled the blue West Virginia skies about me

            Gathered pink clouds above the mountain tops,

Then He sent the bluebirds to sit atop the flagpole

            To sing me a song of happiness,

Within this peaceful valley, all was serene

            As I layed my head upon a feather pillow,

Drifting off to dream;

Then the hand of morning touched me,

            As sunbeams gently woke me

At the begging of a brand new day

            Bidding me to rise at daybreak,

To look out the cabin windows

            To discover the quiet hidden secrets,

Of those early morning hours.

Beyond the cabin window,

            The meadow was dressed in misty blue,

The whole valley blanketed in a foggy mist

As single file, a doe was leading her young ones,

Across the valley to a choice spot

            That of crabapples growing by a stream,

I watched those dear creatures

            As they ate their fill and until,

One by one they walked back

            By the same path by which they came,

Behind the trees and hills;

Soon the sun had evaporated

            The valley's hazy mist,

As the sun emerged completely in the sky,

            Then the bluebirds I had observed the night before,

Took their faithful post,

            To sing a happy song once more.