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 pines       There's a new moon on the fourteenth    First Quarter the 21st    And the full moon in the last week    Brings a fullness to this earth    There's no guesswork in the clockwork       On the worlds part or mine    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 our souls    Watching rainbows in the cove    And well talk of trails weve walked up    Far above the timberline    There are nights I only feel right    With Carolina in the pines