Westmoreland County

© 2009 Lyrics and music by Kevin Ondriezek

 

Walking outside the snow crunches beneath you

It’s cold as hell but the sun sure does shine

The sky is so clear you can see through this valley

As the river she cuts and she winds

through the laurel the stone and the pines

 

Now like every young heart you long for your venture

To far away places where you’ve only dreamed

To towns where people’s names they mean nothing

And faces you’ve never seen and hearts as cold as a stream

 

And I’m longing for home back in Westmoreland County

Where snow falls on top of the ridge

The laurel grows high back in Westmoreland County

They say home is where the heart is

Then mine’s on top of the ridge

 

So I traveled down south to where the gators do grow

And the sun shines most of the day

But it’s hot and it’s sticky and they call me a Yankee

And they only have palm trees for shade

And I just can’t live that way

 

So I ventured up north to the Olympic Mountains

With her peaks so mighty and great

But it rained everyday since the fourth of July

And I just can’t sit around and wait

For this damn weather to break

 

Now like every old heart you long for your homeland

Where you were born and raised

No matter how far you roam you will never get far

From those childhood days and the places that we use to play