Whitewater foamin' on the ragin' river
Rushin' through the laurel covered hills
Soft mist hangin' on the hazy hollows
As we watch the sun rise higher still
Red-tailed hawk soarin' far above us
We've waited to hear his cry so long
To the rhythm of the river
He's joinin' in the chorus
Of another Smoky Mountain mornin' song

Chorus:
A symphony of sight and sound
Greets us with each new dawn
We’re part of Nature’s choir as we sing
Another Smoky Mountain mornin' song

Bear cub playin' in the berry thicket
Rainbow trout glistenin' in the stream
Wildflowers bloomin' on the bald top ridges
A sight no earthly artist could have dreamed
Our hearts feel lighter with each well-earned mile
The clamor of the city's past and gone
Our laughter's so at ease
With the harmonizin' breeze
In another Smoky Mountain mornin' song

Repeat Chorus

Copyright 1993 by Brant N. Miller
Final Vinyl Music (ASCAP)