Carolina Rain Songtext
Baby where'd the time go
I feel it flyin by
All that work I thought I had to do
But everything I could ever want
I see it in your eyes
All I really care about is you
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
I feel it flyin by
All that work I thought I had to do
But everything I could ever want
I see it in your eyes
All I really care about is you
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
Listen to the whipporwhills
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
It's true that we were younger once
And now we're growing old
Maybe we don't want the things we wanted then
Why chase that dollar
My babys got a heart of gold
I know that we will find ourselves again
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
Listen to the whipporwhills
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
They say money isn't everything But it ain't a thing at all
Just a means to get what we need to survive
I don't care about it now
No pride, no fear, no fall
Just you and me, in love again, alive
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
Listen to the whipporwhills
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
Listen to the whipporwhills
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
It's true that we were younger once
And now we're growing old
Maybe we don't want the things we wanted then
Why chase that dollar
My babys got a heart of gold
I know that we will find ourselves again
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
Listen to the whipporwhills
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
They say money isn't everything But it ain't a thing at all
Just a means to get what we need to survive
I don't care about it now
No pride, no fear, no fall
Just you and me, in love again, alive
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
Listen to the whipporwhills
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
Let's go down to Mebane-town
Where the flatlands start to rise
Cut a stalk of that sweet sorghum-cane
Listen to the whipporwhills
And watch the fireflies
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain
Wash ourselves in Carolina Rain