Carolina in the Pines
Written by Michael Martin Murphy
Recorded by Frank McKinnon

LYRICS

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 temberline. From that night on I knew I'd write songs with Carolina in the pines.

There's a new moon on the fourteenth; first quarter, the twenty-first. And a 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 rifht with Carolina in the pines.

When the frost shows on the windows and the woodstove smokes and glows, as the fire grows, we can warm our souls watchin' rainbows in the coals. And we'll talk of trails we walked up far above the temberline. There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pines. There are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pines.

MP3 Copy of Studio Recording,
Recorded in 2022

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Frank McKinnon:
Vocals
Guitar
Bass Guitar
Percussion