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't you feel the aching in your shoulders
Can't you feel the aching in your shoulders
Can 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
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
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
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