South Carolina where the Cypress grow. White pine and hemlock all seem to know. The tidal sweep through your southern marsh. The squall last night seemed a little harsh.
Bap-ba-bap-pab-ba. Bap-ba-bap-pab-ba. Bap-ba-bap-pab-ba. Bap-ba-bap-pab-ba. Oo-whoa-oh. . It was a summer day,. When you took my cares away. When you whispered to me,.