There’s an old oak tree near the top of the hill
And an old stone chimney close beside
All that’s left to mark the years Of the toil sweat and tears
That we shed on this old kentucky hillside
Goin back in memory to the top of the hill
I hear the wind a blowin through the oak tree with a sigh
I see the children as the play i hear mom and dad pray
Giving thanks to that old Kentucky hillside
That old kentucky hillside farm
Where mommy and daddy now lie
The only crop we ever raised daddy said before he died
Was the children raised on this old kentucky hillside
At last I return to the top of the hill
And tears of happiness filled my eyes
Here my children will be raised and God forever praised
I’d give everything for this old Kentucky hillside