She was born in Western Carolina
And that’s where she intended to stay
Oh my love she never was finer
The wind whipped tangled hair down her face
In the mountains she hid inside of
Would crumble if she’d ever leave the place
And the dogwood she grew beside of
Would never seem to forget her grace.
When the leaves turned they turned inside her
The Blue Mountains could be greener down the way
There’s a road that takes you down the line
Where the stars have all fallen down the pave
As the redbird you will reside to the pines
Where your love was engraved
And your destiny will find you
'Cause my love you were already made.
We’re reborn in Western Carolina & that’s where our hearts will remain.