She loved their kids, he loved his wife|The fires spread separated by miles|He held out hope in spite of fear|Until she was found with their daughters near||These mountains will always be my home|Tho the embers took much away|For the sorrow there is hope and grace|Till then .....These... Mountains .....are my resting place... ||He drove as fast as he could|Past the fires and ravaged woods|The home she loved it no longer stood |There hopes and dreams gone for good|||These mountains will always be our home|Tho the embers took much away|For the sorrow there is hope and grace|Till then .....These... Mountains .....are my resting place... ||Many gathered upon the very hill|Where the fires all raced and did their will|To work and labor, toil and mend|To mourn their loss and begin again|||These mountains will always be our home|Tho the embers took much away|For the sorrow there is hope and grace|Till then .....These... Mountains .....are my resting place