Sing Me High
Down in the valley there’s a deep blue river
Up against the river, there’s a maple tree
On the branch of the maple, there sits a songbird
And the songbird is singing for you and for me
Sing me high, sing me low, sing me when the cold wind blows,
In the rain and in the snow; sing to me, O Shenando’
Out in the meadow there’s a stiff breeze blowing
It carries the jay-bird on back to his home
Jay-bird, won’t you tell me where I can find it?
The stiff breeze to blow me on to the Shenando’
Sing me high, sing me low, sing me when the cold wind blows,
In the rain and in the snow; sing to me, O Shenando’
Up on a mountain in western Virginia
My baby is waiting impatiently
And up o’er the mountain there’s a new day rising
And the songbird sings the story of all she can see
Sing me high, sing me low, sing me when the cold wind blows,
In the rain and in the snow; sing to me, O Shenando’
© 2014 Seth Thomas Crissman, Jackson T. Maust, and Gregory J. Yoder