To The Cumberlands
Beautiful mountains, how proud you rise.
Your lofty summits, they touch the skies.
Your rugged cliffs and wild grapevines,
Your charming peaks all covered with pines,
Your beautiful forms ‘neath a silvery moon,
‘Twas only those that attracted Boone.
‘Twas you Pine Mountains and your foothills,
Your winding brooks and gushing rills,
All filled with fish in waters clear,
All those so attracted the pioneer
That Kenton, Hooker, and Daniel Boone
Made you their choice, made you their home.
Beautiful mountains! God’s masterpiece!
Bargain with no other for my release.
Ever keep me where true love abounds
In hearts proportioned to thy mounds.
Let me always wander along thy creeks,
And winding paths to all thy peaks,
Where the purest air and sunshine divine
Embrace the form of the Lonesome Pine.
William Leonard Stallard
Former WHS Faculty Member