Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands
   I fell in love with an Appalachian girl
   She lived in a long line of little row houses
   On the side of an old strip mining hill
   She walked along on the jagged ridge
   And looked as far as she could see
   But the hills out there so up and down
   You only see as far as the next big ridge
  
   Everytime I see her face
   On the street in the hollow of on the hill
   Another time and another place
   I feel her in my heart still
   Everytime I see her face
   On the street in the hollow in the bend
   I see her in my mind and then
   I go down the road not taken...again
  
   Oh the coal dust sttles on the window display
   They have to change it about every other day
   Some things never change way out here
   An outsider could always remain that way
   She walked along on the jagged ridge
   She told me she was thinking of me
   But every time I tried to take her away
   She alway ran back to the rocks and the trees
  
   Everytime I see her face
   On the street in the hollow of on the hill
   Another time and another place
   I feel her in my heart still
   Everytime I see her face
   On the street in the hollow in the bend
   I see her in my mind and then
   I go down the road not taken...again
  
   Oh I went back there after many years
   So curious and so secretly
   As I looked on I held back a tear
   The road not taken overcoming me
   Oh I saw her she was sitting there
   Older, thinner on the front porch
   It seemed the light a little brighter there
   Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch
  
   Everytime I see her face
   On the street in the hollow of on the hill
   Another time and another place
   I feel her in my heart still
   Everytime I see her face
   On the street in the hollow in the bend
   I see her in my mind and then
   I go down the road not taken...again