Poor Carolina

After the days when flowers were white
After the days when the sun gave its life
A young girl is standing with eyes open wide
Waiting for someone to return from the night
Her left hand is holding a coat that seems warm
It’s cotton’s worn out but the thing has its charm
Her right hand is trying to light up a smoke
But the wind will not have it, make it seem like a joke
Oh my poor Carolina
Oh my poor Carolina
John from the baker was 19 years old
But things got too hard and the bakery was sold
A man comes up to him, said 'I've got you a job'
And without even thinking John signs right up
Then in the frontlin he wrote her a song
H said in his letter that it wouldn’t be long
'no need to worry' is what he would say
But the letter got lost and it’s still lost today
Oh my poor Carolina
A boy and a girl and they’re waiting in line
He thinks she’s wonderful, she thinks he’s fine
'I've got a cigarette if you have a light
I’ll bring the day if you bring the night'