Legend of the Blue Ridge Mountains

—Bill Monroe

There's a legend in the Blue Ridge Mountains
All the mountain folks say it is true
Of a young girl nearly every evening
Walked along the river dressed in blue.

She was on her way to meet her lover
In a lonely secret rendezvous
It was a fatal error that evening
For the young girl always dressed in blue.

Chorus (after 2 verses):
The legend of the Blue Ridge Mountains
Will live forever so they say
And every evening about sundown
She leaves her cold, cold water grave

Some say she left with her lover
Others say the river took her life
Is she now in the cold, cold river
Or is she now her lover's wife

As the legend goes that every evening
When the evening sun is sinking low
The girl in blue still meets her lover
As she did a hundred years ago

Verse

I-V I I-V I
I-V I I-V I

Chorus

IV I I V
I-V I V I