Post by George the 3rd on Dec 18, 2008 19:28:59 GMT -5
Carolina In The Pines
-Michael M. Murphy
She came to me said she knew me
Said she'd known me a long time
And she talked 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
For Carolina in the pines.
There's a full moon on the fourteenth
First quarter twenty-first
And a full moon in the last week
Brings a fullness to the earth.
There's no guess work in the clockwork
Of the world's heart or mine
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines.
As the frost grows on the windows
The wood stove smokes and glows
As the fire glows we can warm our souls
Makin' rainbows in the coals.
And we talk of trails we walk up
Far above the timberline
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines.
Wildfire
-Michael M. Murphy
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh they say she died one winter
When there came a killin' frost
And the pony she name Wildfire
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot owl howlin' by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
On wildfire we're gonna ride, oh
We're gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire
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