Ozark Mountain Home

By Jeff Rolfzen & Rocky Steen-Rolfzen

Golden sunrise over the hill the days are getting long

Flash of crimson in the redbud tree the grass is turning green

On a hill a place to call our own

A little Ozark mountain home

Nocturnal orchestra in starlight in a cage made of fireflies

Luna moth lands on a windowpane and in the dawnlight it flies away

On a hill a place to call our own

A little Ozark mountain home

And if we wanted to we could live anywhere else

Take all the memories and place them on a shelf

But it’s been good to me and it’s been good to you

A porch swing sweetly made just for two

A carousel of dragonflies and passionfruit vines

A hushed shade of cedar trees swaying in a line

A symphony of sunlight and a place to pass the time

On a hill a place to call our own

A little Ozark mountain home

And it’s been good to me

A little Ozark mountain home

And it’s been good to you

A little Ozark mountain home