His world was the valley and the old mobile home

In the heart of the Key Stone State

In the mountains around as a kid he would roam

Never mind being poor seemed his fate

He was just seventeen when a sergeant came by

Talking army and money to spend

He didn't know why he said, why shouldn't I

And before he knew to the war he was sent

In that far away country it was hard to adjust

To the loom of the danger in the sand and the dust

He would do his duty but he had to confess

I long for my valley, I'm homesick I guess

Blue mountain ridges, whitewater streams

Red covered bridges, land of my dreams

It's red, white and blue and it sounds like a song

Pennsylvania is where I belong

On a hot desert day he was sent on patrol

In a slow moving convoy they wheeled

To an area thought to be under control

His humvee would do for a shield

The roadside explosion then must have occurred

For when he came to it was hell

His eyes couldn't see just how he was hurt

But oh, it looked pretty bad, he could tell

His buddies were pleading with him to hang on

But he just knew he was about to be gone

He whispered, you guys say a prayer for me

That I go to heaven and that heaven will be

Blue mountain ridges, whitewater streams

Red covered bridges, land of my dreams

It's red, white and blue and it sounds like a song

Pennsylvania is where I belong

The angels then took him, to heaven they flew

Where God said come look, I got something for you

Blue mountain ridges, whitewater streams

Red covered bridges, land of my dreams

It's red, white and blue and it sounds like a song

Pennsylvania is where I belong

Tekst en muziek: Marc De Koninck

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