Carolina In The Pines

[G] She came to me said she [Am] knew me
Said she'd [C] known me a long [G] time
And she [Am] spoke of being [G] in love
With every [C] mountain she had [G] climbed

[G] And she talked of trails she'd [Am] walked up
Far [C] above the timber[G]line
From that [Am] night on I knew I'd [G] write songs
For Caro[C]lina in the [G] pines.

[G] There's a full moon on the [Am] fourteenth
First [C] quarter twenty-[G] first
And a [Am] full moon in the [G] last week
Brings a [C] fullness to this [G] earth.

[G] There's no guess work in the [Am] clockwork
Of the [C] world's heart or [G] mine
There are [C] nights I only [G] feel right
With Caro[C]lina in the [G] pines.

[G] As the frost grows on the [Am] windows
And the [C] wood stove smokes and [G] glows
As the fire [C] glows we can warm our [G] souls
Makin' [C] rainbows in the [G] coals.

[G] And we talk of trails we [Am] walked up
Far [C] above the timber[G]line
There are [C] nights I only [G] feel right
With Caro[C]lina in the [G] pines.