Paroles de Carolina Low

I am a boy From the high country And I've got a little love For the offering I come down from the mountain Bow to the sea And carolina low I will carry thee Gonna take you up Gonna take you 'round Well your poor little pant legs Are dragging down Did you crack your lip? Did you skin your knee? And carolina low I will carry thee What is sealed with a handshake Is spoiled with a kiss You got an ugly little mouth, boy It’s come to this I’m bound for the hilltop Gonna make it bleed And carolina low I will carry thee I am a boy From the high country And I got a little love For the offering And I got a little love For the offering And I got a little love For the offering