Lover's Leap

There's a place in Patrick County

Where stories have been told

'Bout a farmer and an Indian maid

The love so young and bold

Jeb Stuart was a mountain man

Who worked hard with his hands

Set his eyes on an Indian maid

The fairest in the land

Meet me on the mountain top where the far land you can seek

Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap

The maid was high chief's daughter

Some things he did not know

About how she loved the farmer

About never to let go

The story says she ran away

And betrayed her native tribe

Death was the price she paid

To keep him by her side

Meet me on the mountain top where the far land you can seek

Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap

Deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains

They took each others hands

The place where star-crossed lovers made their final stand

Now gaze upon the rolling hills and hear the lovers cry

Now they're just a memory

Of a never heard goodbye

Meet me on the mountain top where the far land you can seek

Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap

Hold my hand and walk with me on the rock where lovers leap