On a mountain in Virginia, stands a lonesome pine.

Just below is the cabin home of a little girl of mine.

Her name is June and very, very soon, she'll belong to me.

For I know she's waiting there for me, 'Neath that lone pine tree.

In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,

On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine.

In the pale moonshine, our hearts entwine,

Where she carved her name and I carved mine,

Oh June, like the mountains I'm blue.

Like the pine, I am lonesome for you.

In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,

On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine.