Stirred wind sweep grandma’s grapevine
Leaves drip from the autumn branches
The herds move forward
Seeds of vegetables are deeply planted
Among the plantation
Hills rest upon hills
Daydreaming at the sky
While resting upon sandy hills
Bicycles roll as the wind starts to blow
Acres of four miles
Too many places to go
Water runs deep in the calm, lonesome forest
Love elites across the calm, peaceful waters
Chirps from natures underworld fiddles along
Purified my soul, whispering natures song
Ol’ Carolina