Michael Murphy - Carolina in the pines

S^Ghe came to me s^D7aid she knew me Said she'd ^Cknown me a long t^Gime And she tal^Amked of being in l^Bmove With e^Cvery mountain she had^G climbed. ^GAnd she talked of trails she'd ^D7walked up Far^C above the timber^Gline From that ^Amnight on I knew I'd ^Bmwrite songs For ^CCarolina in the p^Gines. ^{C G}

^GThere's a full ^D7moon on the fourteenth Fi^Crst quarter twent^Gy-first And a ful^Aml moon in the last w^Bmeek Bring^Cs a fullness to the e^Garth. ^GThere's no guess work in the cl^D7ockwork Of^C the world's hear^Gt or mine There are^Am nights I only feel ^Bmright Wit^Ch Carolina in the^G pines. ^{C G}

^GAs the frost grows on th^D7e windows T^Che wood stove smo^Gkes and glows As the f^Amire glows we can war^Bmm our souls Maki^Cn' rainbows in the co^Gals. ^GAnd we talk of trails we^D7 walk up ^CFar above the tim^Gberline There a^Amre nights I only fee^Bml right Wi^Cth Carolina in th^Ge pines. ^{C G}