Poverty Hill Lyrics - Kingston Trio

They come in their summery dresses and jackets so fine 

The rich folks who measure success with a big dollar sign 

They gaze with delight with the rocks and the scraggly pines 

The come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall 

On Paradise Mountain away from it all 

Stubble and stone make a hard row to how 

What little will grow, the drought will kill 

The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain 

But we call it Poverty Hill 

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood 

Yeah, they'd like to live here of all places if only they could 

Well, we don't get those wood, grainy faces from livin' too good 

It's the rocks and the dust and sun and the heat 

It's too much of work and too little to eat 

Stubble and stone make a hard row to how 

What little will grow, the drought will kill 

The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain 

But we call it Poverty Hill 

They pack and they say what a pity that they have to go 

They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow 

But how we get through the winter they never will know 

No lard for the pantry, no grist for the meal 

And winter's are cold over Poverty Hill 

Stubble and stone make a hard row to how 

What little will grow, the drought will kill 

The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain 

But we call it Poverty Hill 

Yes, we call it Poverty Hill