Vārdi: Michael Martin Murphy. Carolina In The Pines.

She came to me, said she knew me
Said she'd known me a long time
And she spoke of being in love
With every mountain she had climbed

And she talked of trails she'd walked up
Far above the timberline
From that night on I knew I'd write songs
For Carolina in the pines

There's a new moon on the fourteenth
First quarter, the twenty first
And the full moon in the last week
Brings a fullness to this earth

There's no guesswork in the clockwork
On the worlds part or mine
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines

When the frost shows on the windows
And the wood stove smokes and glows
As the fire grows, we will warm our souls
Watching rainbows in the cove

And we'll talk of trails we've walked up
Far above the timberline
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines