Nhạc sĩ: Michael Martin Murphey
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He came to me, said He knew me, said He'd known me a long time
And He spoke of being in love with every mountain He'd climbed
And He talked of trails He'd walked up far above the timber line
From that night on I knew I'd write songs of Carolina in the pine
There's a new moon on the 14th, first quarter the 21st
And the full moon in the last week brings the fullest to the earth
There's no guesswork in the clockwork of the world's heart or mind
There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pine
There's no guesswork in the clockwork of the world's heart or mind
When the frost chills on the windows and the wood stove smokes and glows
As the fire grows we will warm our souls watching rainbows in the cold
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 pine
There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pine
There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pine
