Carolina in the Pines, by Michael Martin Murphy.
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She came to me,said she new me
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said she'd know me a long time
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And she spoke of being in love
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With every mountain she had climed
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And she talked of trails she' walked up
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Far above the timber line
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From that night on i knew i'd write songs
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With Carolina in the pines
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Theres a new moon on the 14th
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First quarter the 21st
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And the full moon in the last week
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Brings a fullness to this earth
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Theres no guesswork in the clockwork
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All the worlds are all mine
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There are nights i only feel right
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With Carolina in the pines
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When the frost shows on the window
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And the wood stove smokes and glows
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As the fire grows we will warm ourselves
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Watching rainbows in the cold
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And we'll talk of trails we walked up
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Far above the timber line
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There are nights i only feel right
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With Carolina in the pines
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