Rambling river rustling leaves
Smell of wet mountain air through the window
A sliver of sunlight that sneaks through the trees
And all my 'I love yous' float off in your breeze
Saluda Saluda
Moved in when I barely knew ya
Now I'm carving a crooked line through ya
And casting my fate to your wind
Library's just past the old train museum
Walking distance from water so pretty it
Calls to you even when too cold to swim
And bears helped themselves to our garden again
Saluda Saluda
Something unknown drew me to ya
Now I'm pushing a pink stroller through ya
And waving to all of my friends
Trucks on the highway
Planes in the big black sky
Lost souls still looking for their mountain
Steps to the school door the steepest of miles
For a girl who weighs less than her backpack
Before the door closes she turns back and smiles
So it looks like I'm sticking around for a while
Saluda Saluda
Moved in when I hardly knew ya
Now I'm carving a crooked line through ya
And casting my fate to your wind
Saluda Saluda
Trains may no longer run through ya
Something bigger delivered me to ya
But it's all the same thing in the end
Cause I'm carving a crooked line through ya
And casting my fate to your wind