He came to me, said He knew me, said He'd known me a long timeAnd He spoke of being in love with every mountain He'd climbedAnd He talked of trails He'd walked up far above the timber lineFrom that night on I knew I'd write songs of Carolina in the pineThere's a new moon on the 14th, first quarter the 21stAnd the full moon in the last week brings the fullest to the earthThere's no guesswork in the clockwork of the world's heart or mindThere are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pineThere's no guesswork in the clockwork of the world's heart or mindWhen the frost chills on the windows and the wood stove smokes and glowsAs the fire grows we will warm our souls watching rainbows in the coldAnd we'll talk of trails we've walked up far above the timber lineThere are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pineThere are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pineThere are nights I only feel right with Carolina in the pine