ã1999 Mark “Brink” Brinkman
Down to where the Greenbriar winds
Turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain
And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’
Chorus: Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
Some say it’s the sound of the river
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a’cryin’
Verse: Cora lived alone on Bluestone Mountain
With a little blond haired boy there by her side
The bloody civil war made her a widow
And little Jacob was her life-blood and her pride
Chorus: Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
Some say it’s the sound of the river
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a’cryin’
Verse: Sometimes I wonder if God watches
And sometimes life can turn in cruel ways
‘Cause on a cold autumn day in late October
Little Jacob wandered in Scott Hollow Cave
Verse: Now the caves of West Virginia run forever
A maze of black ribbon through the ground
Cora went to search for little Jacob
Neither Jake or Cora would be found
Chorus: Some say it’s the wind through the canyon
As it blows a lonesome sound through the pines
Some say it’s the sound of the river
But I say it’s just Cora Jones a’cryin’
Down to where the Greenbriar winds
Turn your ear toward Bluestone Mountain
And you just might hear the sound of a young girl cryin’