The first things I remember are frosty Carolina mornings with a cheery fire 

crackling in my mommas big black wood cook stove 



I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and the moon the color of new 

made country butter and a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching 

from horizon to horizon 



I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand spurs and 

red ant hills 



I remember sitting with my grand daddy on the front porch and watching the last 

of that magnificent southern sun bleed away into the twilight sky 



I remember sunday school and kneeling at the cross and trying to imagine what 

God looked like sunday dinner short pants hair cuts and a little puppy my 

daddy brought home to me and I remember love 



I remember steam puffing fire breathing awesome 10 wheel locomotives and the 

conductors watch looked as big as one of my grand mothers biscuits 



I remember my mother smiling in a red and white cherckered dress and christmas 

always seemed so far away yes I remember you Carolina grand old lady if the 

south 

I remember you as home



One of the memories that stays on my mind

about an old southern lady that I left behind

is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds

and an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines



Carolina, Carolina

You're hard but you're hard to forget



I still remember the magnolia nights

and goosefeather snow flakes in the gray morning light

sandspurs and puppies and red autumn leaves

and the warm lights in the clear night on a cold Christmas Eve



Carolina, Carolina

You're hard but you're hard to forget



Carolina I knew you

before the highways got to you

and I loved you as one of your own

and I still do



Carolina, Carolina

You're hard but you're hard to forget

You're hard To Forget