Brian J. N. Davis | A Metropolitan Guide

Carolina Mountain Girl

Maybe we’d settle down in a cabin, far from anywhere we’re supposed to be
Maybe my hands could brush her cheeks and her hair could blow in the breeze
In the spirit of the poets and the troubadours our voices echo as they’d fade away
And we’d lay at night below the mountains and the moonlight until the darkness breaks

With my Caroline
With my Caroline
With my Carolina mountain girl
With my Carolina mountain girl

I know what you must be thinking, maybe even what you want to say
Like living life for the here and now, and letting old fantasies fade
I’m not gonna’ say that you aren’t right, but there’s one thing you can be assured
That whatever fantasies befall me, I’d choose to spend them with her

I know I’m not worthy of such salvation to come and rain down from on high
Maybe I’m wrong about that too, and asking for my brand of paradise
Only I’ve served my sentence on the wheel of time, which has gone and given me the nerve
To dream tonight, not of the valleys or the oceanside, but of the only thing that matters in the world