Carolina...
her tears are falling like the spanish moss
disappearing...
into beauty found in beauty lost

[reff:]
so it goes, the summer blooms and fades away
like moonlight falling on a bed
and there can be no solace in remembering
the words we never said

faded postcards...
of all the places she loves best
take her far away...
as she presses wrinkles from her cotton dress

[repeat reff]

so it goes the summer blooms and fades away
like moonlight crashing to the earth
and there can be no solace in remembering
the way things never were

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