Carolina In The Pines -Michael M. Murphy

 

 

She came to me said she knew me

Said she'd known me a long time

And she talked 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 full moon on the fourteenth

First quarter twenty-first

And a full moon in the last week

Brings a fullness to the earth.


There's no guess work in the clockwork

Of the world's heart or mine

There are nights I only feel right

With Carolina in the pines.


As the frost grows on the windows

The wood stove smokes and glows

As the fire glows we can warm our souls

Makin' rainbows in the coals.


And we talk of trails we walk up

Far above the timberline

There are nights I only feel right

With Carolina in the pines.








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