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