Poverty Hill - The Brothers Four (四兄弟)

They come in their summery dresses

And jackets so fine

The rich folks who measure success

With a big dollar sign

They gaze with delight with the rocks and the scraggly pines

The come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall

On paradise Mountain away from it all

Stubble and stone

Make a hard row to how

What little will grow

The drought will kill

The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain

But we call it poverty hill

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood

They'd like to live here of all places if only they could

We don't get those wood

Grainy faces from livin' too good

It's the rocks and the dust and the sun and the heat

It's too much of work and too little to eat

Stubble and stone

Make a hard row to how

What little will grow

The drought will kill

The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain

But we call it poverty hill

They pack and say what a pity that they have to go

Have to go

They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow

Covered with snow

But how we get through the winter they never will know

No lard for the pantry

No grist for the meal

And winter's are cold over poverty Hill

Stubble and stone

Stubble and stone

Make a hard row to how

What little will grow

The drought will kill

The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain

But we call it poverty hill

We call it poverty hill

Poverty hill