Sunday, February 15, 2015

South Carolina

South Carolina where the Cypress grow
White pine and hemlock all seem to know
The tidal sweep through your southern marsh

The squall last night was a little harsh
Your little island lees give us shelter from the seas
Oh no, what was that, a no-ce-um attack

The sun is sinking awfully fast
Can we make it last

We can't move on by looking back
Can we make it last

South Carolina really makes a man
If The South can't do it then no one can
The morning breeze is my favorite part

Carry South Carolina deep in my heart
We'll make a family in the quiet country
You and me, in simplicity


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