Enchanted Forest Pathway

Tennessee's Heartbeat By the old oak tree, where our hearts would confide, Summer stars above us, lighting dreams we couldn't hide. We were young and wild, dreaming in the Volunteer State, With a guitar in hand, and a fiddle to celebrate. Oh, Tennessee, you're the heart of the South so true, With Smoky Mountains and skies painted blue. The banjo rings, and the mandolin cheers, You're the melody that stays year after year.