Carolina (I Remember You)

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
 conductor's watch looked as big as one of my grandmothers biscuits.
 I remember my mother smiling in a red and white checkered dress and Christmas
 always seemed so far away. Yes, I remember you Carolina, grand old lady of 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