| Song | Carolina In The Pines |
| Artist | Michael Martin Murphey |
| Album | Buckaroo Bluegrass |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Murphey | |
| She came to me, said she new mesaid she'd know me a long time | |
| And she spoke of being in love | |
| With every mountain she had climbed | |
| And she talked of trails she' walked up | |
| Far above the timber line | |
| From that night on | |
| I knew I'd write songs | |
| With Carolina in the pines | |
| There's a new moon on the 14th | |
| 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 | |
| All the worlds are all mine | |
| There are nights | |
| I only feel right | |
| With Carolina in the pines | |
| When the frost shows on the window | |
| And the wood stove smokes and glows | |
| As the fire grows we will warm ourselves | |
| Watching rainbows in the cold | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Murphey | |
| She came to me, said she new mesaid she' d know me a long time | |
| And she spoke of being in love | |
| With every mountain she had climbed | |
| And she talked of trails she' walked up | |
| Far above the timber line | |
| From that night on | |
| I knew I' d write songs | |
| With Carolina in the pines | |
| There' s a new moon on the 14th | |
| 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 | |
| All the worlds are all mine | |
| There are nights | |
| I only feel right | |
| With Carolina in the pines | |
| When the frost shows on the window | |
| And the wood stove smokes and glows | |
| As the fire grows we will warm ourselves | |
| Watching rainbows in the cold | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Murphey | |
| She came to me, said she new mesaid she' d know me a long time | |
| And she spoke of being in love | |
| With every mountain she had climbed | |
| And she talked of trails she' walked up | |
| Far above the timber line | |
| From that night on | |
| I knew I' d write songs | |
| With Carolina in the pines | |
| There' s a new moon on the 14th | |
| 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 | |
| All the worlds are all mine | |
| There are nights | |
| I only feel right | |
| With Carolina in the pines | |
| When the frost shows on the window | |
| And the wood stove smokes and glows | |
| As the fire grows we will warm ourselves | |
| Watching rainbows in the cold | |
| 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 |