Your salt on my skin Sun-bleached hair in your wind A fire, the only light under the stars You come crashing in Timpani under violins Drowning out the whispers in my head She pulls like the tide Ebbing out till I abide And, lays me softly down sweet Carolina Paris in the blue Smokie greys in the hues Of greens, they all surrender to her fall Statues of stones Reach for the skies to atone Lifts me up higher than my faults She never leaves my mind Untamed in all her wild Calls to me my sweet Carolina Long and winding Her feet in the sand Head on the clouds Red Clay in her hands Mountains for castles Foothills and chapels She buries her gold On a silver lake She stretches her arms Lays her body towards the shore And sings to me of sweet Carolina Sings to me of sweet Carolina