Her mother was the sun
Her father was the rain
Her hills were birthed from the deep
As the flood water drained
Her dry land became
Home to the Cherokee
Such is the legend
Of how these mountains came to be
Shaconage
Woooo
Shaconage
Wooo
Shaconage
The land of the blue mist
The rivers are her lifeblood
The forest her robes
And the echoes of her spirit
Live on in the shadow
The turkey and the bear
Still roam these ancient lands
Much as they did
When time first began
Shaconage
Woooo
Shaconage
Wooo
Shaconage
The land of the blue mist
Shaconage
Shaconage
Shaconage
Many a man has been
Enchanted by her spell
And I won't be the last
To want her for myself
Cause I'm haunted by her hills
And I'm drawn to her trail
Like the warriors long before
Wooden ships and sails
Shaconage
Woooo
Shaconage
Wooo
Shaconage
The land of the blue mist
