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 timber line From that night on I knew I'd write a song With Carolina in the pines There's a new moon on the fourteenth First quarter, the twenty first And the full moon in the last week Brings a fullness to this 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 pines When the frost shows on the windows And the wood stove smokes and glows As the fire grows we can warm ourselves Watching rainbows in the coals And we'll talk of trails we walked up Far above the timber line There are nights I only feel right With Carolina in the pines