sewee, sewee, sewee we traveled far on the this road we're on from the great plains through the tall blue gra**es of the lone range cool green caroline you made my bread and wine i held your hand in mine from a rocky stand i watch your bare feet climbing over salty land when the light grew dim i said now it's time for you to come in cool green caroline you made my bread and wine i held your hand in mine sewee, sewee, sewee