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Carolina In The Pines
~Michael Martin Murphey~
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 walked up far above the timber line,
from that night on I knew I'd write songs with Carolina in the pines.
There's a new moon on the fourteenth first quarter the twenty first,
and a full moon on the last week brings fullness to the earth.
there's no guess work in the clock - work of the world's heart 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 can warm our souls watchin rainbows in the coals.
And we'll talk of trails we've walked up far above the timber line,
there are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pines.
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