Oh, Carolina from Weary Ramblers by Weary Ramblers

Did you know that the stones in this place like to cry in the morning
All wet with dew
And the sun likes to shine through the webs made at night by the spiders
Tired from the work

Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina

I miss the days when Grandma chased away all the ghosts
That came in the night
Now all I see are the webs glistening in the willows
In the sunrise

Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina

Grandpa used to work from dawn up to dusk
As the swallows danced in the sky
Now all I see are the birds that greeted Grandpa coming home
Tired from the work

Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina
Oh, Carolina

• Folk
• guitar
• piano
• singer
• singer-songwriter
• violin
• Creston