Shady Grove on the banjo new verses by Andy Harris and William Blackerby Honeysuckle on the vine, it blossoms in the spring way up on the mountain top I found a golden ring I never did stop travelin, I always wandered around I left the windin road behind when I came to Shady's town Shady Grove my little love, Shady Grove I see Shady Grove my little love, with her little bare feet Ridin' home to see my Shady Grove, I answer when she calls horses're waitin in the barn, nine there in the stalls Took a little walk with my Shady Grove by the wishin well Goin down to the fishin hole, got another story to tell Shady Grove my little love, Shady grove of mine Shady Grove my little love, sweeter than apple wine Eight strings on the mandolin, one for every room in the house of Shady Grove, where the roses bloom A wink from pretty little Shady Grove as pure as a fountain stream Her tears are like the mornin dew, her voice is like a dream Shady Grove my little love, Shady Grove on the hi! ll Shady Grove my little love, does whatever she feels Sleep at night under the stars, I can name them all none were named for my Shady Grove, none that I recall Stars're hangin in the sky, trees're standin tall No star was named for my Shady Grove so I renamed them all Shady Grove my little love, Shady Grove so fine Shady Grove my little love, sweeter than apple wine
