When the frost shows on the windows... and the wood stove smokes and glows... as the fire grows, we will warm our souls... watching rainbows in the coals... And we'll talk of trails we've walked up... far above the timberline... there are nights I only feel right... with Carolina in the Pines.... from the song, Carolina in the Pines by Michael Martin Murphey, Mystery Music Inc.

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