(Legend of the) Brown Mountain Light -Scott Weisman Way out on the old Linville Mountain, Where the bear and the catamount rein. There a strange ghostly light, can be seen every night, Which no scientist nor hunter can explain. Chorus: High, high on the mountain, and down in the canyon below It shines like the crown of an angel, and fades as the mists come and go. 'Way over yonder, Night after night until dawn, A faithful old slave, come back from the grave, Is searching for his master who's long, long gone. In the days of the old covered wagons, when they camped on the flat for the night; With the stars growing dim on the high gorge rim, they would watch for the Brown Mountain light Chorus Long years ago a southern planter Came hunting in this wild land alone And here, so they say, the hunter lost his way, And never returned to his home Chorus His trusty old slave brought a lantern And searched, but in vain, day and night; Now the old slave is gone, but his spirit wanders on, And the old lantern still casts its light Chorus