In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia On the trail of the lonesome Pine In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine Where you carved your name and I carved mine. Oh, you - like the mountains are blue Like the pine - I am lonesome for you In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia On the trail of the lonesome Pine. On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome Pine Just below is the little cabin home of a little girl of mine Her name is June and very, very soon shell belong to me For I know shes waiting there for me neath that lone Pine tree.