She came to me, said she knew me, said she'd known me a long timeAnd she 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 pineThere's a new moon on the 14th, first quarter the 21stAnd the full moon in the last week brings a fullness to dessertThere's no guesswork in the clockwork of the world's heart or mindThere are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pineThere's a new moon on the 14th, first quarter the 21stC-A-R-I-L-A-NWhen the frost shows on the windows and the wood stove smokes and glowsAs the fire grows we will warm our souls watching rainbows in the coldAnd we'll talk of trails we've walked up far above the timberlineThere are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pineC-A-R-I-L-A-N*