From Asheville to Weaverville
There is no place like Linville.
From the upstate foothills
Across endless mountain rills
You'll find a soul quenching thrill
Old growth forest at freewill
There the gorge is mighty deep
The cliff are awfully steep
While the canyon walls seap
The falcons, they'll sweep
Quietly, mother's nature reap
While momma bears sleep
