In the days of the old covered wagons,
where they camped on the flats for the night;
With the moon shining dim on the old canyon rim,
they watched for that Brown Mountain light
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High, high on the mountain, and deep in the canyon below
It shines like the crown of an angel, and fades as the mists
comes and goes.
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn,
A lonely old slave comes back from the grave,
Searching, searching, searching, for his master who's long
gone on.
Long years ago a southern planter
Came hunting in this wild world alone
It was there so they say that the planter lost his way
And never returned to his home
His trusting old slave brought a lantern
And searched but in vain day and night
Now the old slave is gone but his spirit lingers on,
And the lantern still casts its light
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