Stirred wind sweep mommas grapevine
Leaves drip from the autumn branches
As the herds move forward
Seeds of vegetables are deeply planted
Among the plantation
Hills rest upon hills
Daydreaming at the heavens
While rested upon grassy hills
Bicycles roll while the dusty breeze goes
Acres of eight mile
So many places to go
Waterfalls deep in the summer forest
Turtles peek along quiet ponds
Chirps from natures underworld
As the cardinals constructs the state song
Ol' Carolina
