She said the city's not for sleepinnAnd the nighttime is for menAnd cause my body is forsakennIn the end I'll come home for I am hennSweet Virginia's left for higher groundnnThe test of the bownWeeping window revivalnA dream plant, it may grownIf we choose not to let it gonnShe said there's more to life than thinkinnAnd that these feet will carry me nFrom the hills down to the hollownIn the end, I'll come home, for I am freennSweet Virginia's left for higher groundnnI don't wanna go without you sonI just wanna go with peace of mindnnSave your sorrow,nSave your sorrow,nOld eyes can make a mother cry