Lyrics Carolina - Chris Williams

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