The Carolina Hills
’Tis Summer, once more Summer
On the Carolina hills,
And there seems to be a rythm
In the whisper of the rills
As they come from out the highlands
Where the sweetest mosses grow,
And go singing through the meadows,
With the willows bending low.
I’ve a sweetheart in the valley,
In the cottage over there;
Long I’ve envied every cowslip
That was growing very near
Where she walked on Summer mornings
By the hedges cool and sweet,
And I envied yonder roadway
Long accustomed to her feet.
To-day beside the willows,
In the meadow cool and deep,
I met her on the roadway
Where the daisies vigil keep,
And a promise she has given
Which my soul with gladness fills,
And I love you more than ever,
You Carolina hills.
Oh! the cowslips in the meadow
That I envied long ago,
And roadway by the cottage
Where the golden daisies grow,
I envy you no longer,
For I've won a love that fills
My soul, in that fair maiden
Of the Carolina hills.
