She came to me, said she knew me, said she'd known me a long timeShe spoke of being in love with every mountain she had climbedAnd she talked of trails she'd walked up far above the timberlineFrom that night on I knew I'd write songs with Carolina in the pinesThere's a new moon on the 14thThere's a new moon on the 14thFirst quarter, the 21stAnd the full moon in the last weekBrings a fullness to this earthThere's no guesswork in the clockworkOf a world's heart or mindThere are nights I only feel rightWith Carolina in the pinesSweet CarolinaSweetcccccccAnd the wood stove and a fireамexceed an english dec immersionWe will warm our soulsWatching rainbows in the coldAnd we'll talk of trails we've walked upFar above the timberlineThere are nights I only feel rightWith Carolina in the pineSweet Carolina, sweetLet the piano take it.One more time, right?A little bluegrass banjo at the end.A little bluegrass banjo at the end.