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 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