Song of the Week – Old Newport Waltz


The robins are telling me it’s Spring.  I believe them.  Birds do not lie.

They asked me to post a song I wrote years ago, about spring in the Virginia mountains.

It was sweet.  Newport, a tiny old mountain town outside of Blacksburg, VA.  Me and some other young

hippies kinda took it over.  Nobody minded.  It was a good thing.

              Old Newport Waltz

Over the ridges, before all the bridges

the mountains heard only the sound

of wind in the forest, the time was before us

as peaceful as snow on the ground

And I cant help wondering, wondering how

we could get back to then, from now


Sing, sing, with the mountains in Springtime

Sing like it’s nobody’s fault

Sing, sing, with the deep rollin’ river

the Old, Old, Newport Waltz                      ©jpmcneil

there’s another verse….will see if anybody is interested….hear the song, here:


About John Paul McNeil

New to blogging. New to being retired (my daughter says I retired too early). I say not soon enough, as so much music was waiting to come out. Thoughts which turn to poems which turn to songs. The Earth is one rich theme. But also want to theme this search for where the Music, and the Words, and the Songs come from. And go.
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One Response to Song of the Week – Old Newport Waltz

  1. Dang, no old hippies from Newport, VA, back in the ’70’s? Before all the bridges, when it was peaceful as snow on the ground? Sounds like a song…..and it is…..

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