It was the mighty blue clad Northern Army

That defeated those in gray from Southern Soil

But a Yankee from North of the Columbia River

Lost his heart and his soul to a Carolina Girl

Never in that Yankee's past or all his future life

Would he love so passionately and so deeply

His heart was sliced when he lost his Southern Wife

His Dear One, his sweetheart  from the Carolinas

Now, the flowers and the trees are more brilliant

As the Yankee lives his life in loss and pain

He wears the loss of her like a heavy winter coat

Knowing he'll never see his Darling Girl again

She was a gift from all that is fine and that is Light

Feminine, beautiful, gorgeous from the Carolinas

Her memories still affects his daily walk and life

His heart is gratitude for the moments they shared

Once a Southern Girl bathed light into a Yankee soul

She was his everything and she was his life's reason

It was his own brokenness that caused him such a loss

She depended on him and he surely let her down

In the deepest parts of the darkest, darkest nights

In his best dreams he still holds her dear and close

He can smell her hair and hear her voice so bright

His Darling, Darling, the one he will love the most

The Yankee often,  with his head bowed low

In a forest far away from city sounds and noise

Thanks and thanks again the Great Creator so

That once he married a girl from the Carolinas