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 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.