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