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 was a little harsh
Your little island lees give us shelter from the seas
Oh no, what was that, a no-ce-um attack

The sun is sinking awfully fast
Can we make it last
We can't move on by looking back

Can we make it last

South Carolina really makes a man

If The South can't do it then no one can
The morning breeze is my favorite part
Carry South Carolina deep in my heart

We'll make a family in the quiet country
You and me, in simplicity