Looking towards the mountains far
brightened by a distant star
they thought of all that they had seen
Where they'd gone
Where they'd been
With faith alone they survived a time
among a Georgia mountain line -
Sharp Top, Mole, Little Pine
Hendrix, Oglethorpe
Along the spine
High above the valleys where
the old families would tend and care -
Pendley, Fields, Darnell and Long
built their orchards,
bathed in song.
Singing hymnals by the creek
at Sharptop Baptist every week.
on humbled knees they'd pray and bow
to jesus Christ
as they knew how.
Looking towards the mountains quaint
brightened by a memory faint
they thought of all who came before,
Who made this place
that we adore.
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