Tennis
South Carolina
South Carolina where the Cypress growWhite pine and hemlock all seem to knowThe tidal sweep through your southern marshThe squall last night seemed a little harshYour little island lees give us shelter from the seasOh no, what was that, a no-ce-um attackThe sun is sinking awfully fastCan we make it lastWe can't move on by looking backCan we make it lastSouth Carolina really makes a manIf The South can't do it then no one canThe morning breeze is my favorite partCarry South Carolina deep in my heartWe'll make a family in the quiet countryYou and me, in simplicity
From Letras Mania