A Far Cry Lyrics - Calling Me Home - Kathy Mattea

I remember the face of an angel 

A love that was faithful and true 

I left that dear boy in the mountains 

For a ramblin' life empty and blue 

Sweet roses bloom where they're planted 

Wild flowers seed on the wind 

That valley was closer to heaven 

Than any place this poor fool's been 

It's a far cry from here to Virginia 

But I'd crawl every inch of that ground 

My teardrops fall like rain on the roof 

Of that Blue Ridge home where I'm bound 

This highway's a ribbon of lonesome 

Don't care where I lay my head down 

My Virginia boy died broken hearted 

My sweet mountain darlin' is gone