Mountain Memories of Blythe

. Every year, we gather beneath the sky, where TN

mountain peaks stand proud and high. We honor Bly with joyful cheer,

a feast of love we hold so dear. Through the pines,

the whispers call, memories rise like leaves in fall. Every toast

and story bright, keeps our golden hearts alight. Oh, mountain memories of

Bly, where the stars dance in reply. Family, friends,

hand in hand, singing loud across the land. The old dirt road

leads us home, where love grows wild and strong. Boots kick dust, the guitars play,