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.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
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.
Riding my motorcycle through the country roads of
North Carolina from the mountains to the beaches
and everything in between just makes you feel alive!
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