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Bobby Plough: Music

Carolina Jasmine Trail

(Bobby Plough)
by Robert Joseph Plough
She stood silent in the tack room
Of a place called harvest moon
Her horse was tacked and ready,
They would hit the trail real soon

A dusty old footlocker
In the corner of the room
Holds the boots her mother wore
When she could join them too

Walking by my father’s side,
I let go of his hand
Run over by an old oak tree
To pick some fresh jasmine
Carry it out with me
And drop it on the trail
Say a prayer for my mother
At the place she loved so well

Ride along the Carolina jasmine trail
You can almost feel her memory
In the sights and smell
The sun is always shinning
The clouds have all set sail
Riding on the Carolina Jasmine Trail

She was barely twelve years old
When her mother’s fight for life went cold
She chokes back tearful memories
Of that dark December night

Now I sit tall in the saddle
My head held high with pride
Cause my mother’s boots show proudly
At my dappled pony’s side

Ride along the Carolina jasmine trail
You can almost feel her memory
In the sights and smell
The sun is always shinning
The clouds have all set sail
Riding on the Carolina Jasmine Trail
Riding on the Carolina Jasmine Trail