Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phinehas Paul Johnson
Mandolin
Aaron Smith
Drums
Gus Johnson
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Augustine Lewis Johnson
Songwriter
Matthew Lewis Johnson
Songwriter
Phinehas Paul Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duane Lundy
Producer
Chase Law
Editing Engineer
Lydia Johnson
Creative Director
Lyrics
Your eyes are the Highland County dew
Glistenin' in the springtime
Your face is like the redbuds
Boomin' on 81
And your heart is like the mountains
Smoking on a morning cloud
You're the evening wind
That makes the pines bow down
You were sent by an Appalachian angel
And I don't mean to sound cliche at all
But I don't think coincidence
Would ever have been able
To make a beauty such as you
Or the Blue Ridge in the fall
Your heart is the coal vein
Winding through Rappahannock
It's the source that keeps me warm
When the wintertime blows through
And you smell like Shenandoah
Awakening in the springtime
Nothing makes me feel at home
Like Virginia and You
You were sent by an Appalachian angel
And I don't mean to sound cliche at all
But I don't think coincidence
Would ever have been able
To make a beauty such as you
Or the blue ridge in the fall
You were sent by an Appalachian angel
And I don't mean to sound cliche at all
But I don't think coincidence
Would ever have been able
To make a beauty such as you
Or the blue ridge in the fall
So if a man thinks it's absurd
To believe the Lord is true
Someone should show him
Virginia and You
Writer(s): Matthew Johnson
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