Acony Bell Lyrics
The fairest bloom the mountain know
Is not an Iris or a wild rose
But the little flower of which I’ll tell
Known as brave acony bell

Just a simple flower so small and plain
With a pearly hue and a little known name
But the yellow bird sings when they it bloom
For they know that spring is coming soon

Well it makes it home mid the rocks and rills
Where the snow lies deep ont he windy hills
And it tells the world “ why should I wait
This ice and snow going to melt away “
And so i’’ll sing that yellow bird’s song,
For troubled times will soon be gone.
Written by: David Rawlings, Gillian Welch