Carolina in the Pines

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