Nhạc sĩ: Michael Martin Murphey
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She came to me, said she knew me, said she'd known me a long time
And she spoke 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 with 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 a fullness to dessert
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 a new moon on the 14th, first quarter the 21st
C-A-R-I-L-A-N
When the frost shows 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 timberline
There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pine
C-A-R-I-L-A-N
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