| In the deep rolling hills of old Virginia |
| There’s a place that I love so well |
| Where I spent many days of my childhood |
| In a cabin where we loved to dwell |
| White dove will mourn in sorrow |
| The willows will hang their heads |
| I’ll live my life in sorrow |
| Since mother and daddy are dead |
| We were all so happy there together |
| In our peaceful little mountain home |
| But the Savior needs angels up in heaven |
| Now they sing 'round the great white throne |
| White dove will mourn in sorrow |
| The willows will hang their heads |
| I’ll live my life in sorrow |
| Since mother and daddy are dead |
| As the years roll by I often wonder |
| If we will all be together someday |
| And each night as I wander through the graveyard |
| Darkness finds me as I kneel to pray |
| White dove will mourn in sorrow |
| The willows will hang their heads |
| I’ll live my life in sorrow |
| Since mother and daddy are dead |
| I’ll live my life in sorrow |
| Since mother and daddy are dead |