Sun tracks high through
a Carolina blue sky.

Down twisting turning roads I fly.

Nothing quite like a Carolina morning,
Sweet Baby James rings in my ears.

Clouds mingle with the mountains
water flows from the rocks like fountains
My God I wish that you were here.

I wish you were here,
Whispering sweet love songs in my ear,
as we while away the miles on the road.

As much as I love to wander,
I'll never stray for long,
Your voice, it always calls me home.

For a Carolina Morning 
no matter how beautiful,

Is never quite as beautiful alone.

On the small balcony,
they sit blanket wrapped,
just past midnight.

Earth smells of rain,
cloud dazzling secrets.

As he leans in,
not for a kiss,
but to give a piece
of his past
to her soul.

Digo que português
é uma língua mentirosa.
Distorce, engana
e ainda goza.

Digo "Tenho saudades".
Não pode estar correto.
Como posso eu ter algo
quando não te tenho perto?