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 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 the full moon in the last week

Brings a fullness to the earth

There’s no guesswork 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 shows on the windows

And the wood stove smokes and glows

And the fore grows we can warm our souls

Watching rainbows in the cold

And we talk of trails we walked up

Far above the timber line

There are nights I only feel right

With Carolina in the pines