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Where the Crawdads Sing (2022) | Transcript

A woman who raised herself in the marshes of the Deep South becomes a suspect in the murder of a man with whom she was once involved.
Where the Crawdads Sing (2022)

Where the Crawdads Sing is a 2023 mystery thriller film based on the 2018 novel of the same name by Delia Owens. The film is directed by Olivia Newman, in her feature directorial debut. The film stars Daisy Edgar-Jones as Kya Clark, a young woman who is abandoned by her family and left to fend for herself in the marshes of North Carolina. The film also stars Taylor John Smith, Harris Dickinson, Garret Dillahunt, and David Strathairn.

Release date: July 15, 2022 (USA)
Director: Olivia Newman
Screenwriter: Lucy Alibar
Running time: 126 minutes
Country: United States
Language: English
MPAA rating: Where the Crawdads Sing is rated PG-13 for sexual content and some violence including a sexual assault.

Plot Summary: Kya Clark is a young woman who is abandoned by her family and left to fend for herself in the marshes of North Carolina. Kya is known as the “Marsh Girl” by the locals, and she is shunned by the community. However, Kya is a resilient and resourceful young woman, and she learns to survive on her own. One day, Kya befriends a young man named Chase Andrews. Chase is a kind and gentle young man, and Kya falls in love with him. However, Chase’s family does not approve of his relationship with Kya, and they pressure him to break up with her. Chase Andrews is found dead in the marshes. Kya is immediately suspected of his murder, and she is arrested. Kya’s trial is a spectacle, and she is ultimately found guilty of murder. However, Kya maintains her innocence, and she appeals her conviction. Years later, Kya’s appeal is finally heard. At the appeal, Kya’s lawyer presents evidence that suggests that Chase Andrews was not murdered, but that he committed suicide. Kya is eventually exonerated, and she is released from prison. Kya Clark returns to the marshes, and she lives out the rest of her life in peace. She is finally accepted by the community, and she is no longer feared as the “Marsh Girl.”

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[dramatic music playing]

[woman] Marsh is not swamp.

Marsh is a space of light… where grass grows in water… and water flows into the sky.

Then within the marsh, here and there… true swamp.

A swamp knows all about death… and doesn’t necessarily define it as tragedy.

Certainly not a sin.

I thought Chase Andrews would have more common sense.

Best quarterback this town ever had.

[suspenseful music playing]

Boys, are these your footprints here?

[boys] Yes, sir.

[sheriff] Where’s his footprints?

[deputy] Yeah, some kids just get crazy ideas in their heads and drink and think they’re invincible.

[sheriff] That Chase Andrews was no Kid.

Hey. Look at this.

[sheriff] He open the grate himself?

Could’ve been an accident, all the same.

[doctor] Time of death, between midnight and 2 a.m.

Cause of death, sudden impact from the 63-foot drop.

Since you found that blood and hair on the support beam, I would deduce that was the cause of the primary injury.

Laymen’s terms, he banged the back of his head on the way down.

To hit the back of his head on the beam, he would’ve needed to fall backwards, is that right?

I’d say yes.

So he might have been pushed.

There’s no fingerprints on the railing, the grates, nothing.

No fingerprints? Not from Chase either?

No fingerprints, no tracks.

We do have those red fibers found on the jacket.

I just got the lab report back from Atlanta.

They did not come from any of his other clothing.

Wool, it says. That could be a sweater, scarf.

[sheriff] Hell, it could be anything.

And we gotta find it.

A beautiful wife, good family. Can’t think of anyone who’d want to kill Chase.

Come on. You know how Chase was.

Tomcattin’, ruttin’ around like a penned-up bull let out.

Don’t speak ill of the dead, Frank.

I’m just saying I could think of a few guys up to it.

Mr. Milton.

Hi, Sandy.

The usual? Brunswick stew?

How’d you guess.

What do you make of the Chase Andrews case, Tom?

Oh, I’m retired. That’s none of my business anymore.

Fair enough.

Could’ve been that woman in the marsh.

She’s crazy enough for the loony bin. I bet she’d be up to something like this.

My brother’s told me that Marsh Girl’s the missing link.

You know poor Chase Andrews had something going on down in that marsh.

[Sandy] Chase Andrews and the Marsh Girl? Now if that ain’t asking for trouble.

[man] What do you think really happened, Frank?

You think that Marsh Girl killed Chase?

[Frank] Hell, I don’t know. Truth will come out.

[mysterious music playing]

Look at all these feathers and whatnot.

She a scientist or a witch?

[sheriff] Miss Clark?

Sheriff’s Department.

Sheriff.

Look.

Could get a warrant.

Plain view. Probable cause, sheriff.

Bet that door isn’t even locked.

[truck doors close]

[engine starts]

There she is.

[deputy] This is the Sheriff’s Department. Shut down your engine.

Go straight, go straight. Follow her in!

[tense music playing]

[siren wailing]

[woman 1] You’re guilty!

[man 1] You killed Chase Andrews!

[woman 2] You’ll pay for this!

[man 2] Rot in jail!

[dramatic music playing]

[cat meows]

[man] Sunday Justice. Where you gone, kitty?

[softly] Please stay.

[man] Here, kitty, kitty.

[door unlocks]

Miss Clark?

I’m Tom Milton.

I’m a lawyer. May I come in?

[lock clicks]

Thank you, Mr. Frazier.

You probably know that you’re being held for the murder of Chase Andrews.

And I have taken the liberty of putting myself forward to defend you.

I know you’ve never been in trouble before, so I can explain the courtroom and the trial and who is who and whatnot.

Uh, do you have family that you might want to come be with you?

Miss Clark, I don’t quite know how to put this, but, uh…

Well, I know you as Catherine Danielle Clark, but here in Barkley Cove they don’t call you by that name.

They call you Marsh Girl.

And when you stand trial, you will be judged by a jury of your peers from Barkley Cove, who only know you as such.

They are going to judge you whether they know you or not.

But I can’t help you unless I know you.

Even just a little bit.

Well, all right, then. Um…

I’ll come back in a while when you’ve had time to consider.

Oh, and I brought you this just in the meantime.

Mr. Frazier.

People forget about the creatures who live in shells.

I had a family once.

They called me Kya.

[upbeat music playing]

[Ma] Kya!

Kya! You’d better not get too far out.

Get it, get it!

[Ma] Now this little piggy went to market. Now you hold still.

[giggling]

This little piggy stayed home.

This little piggy ate roast beef.

This little piggy had none.

And this little piggy went wee-wee-wee-wee all the way home.

That’s my special girl.

[boy] Hey, Jodie!

Hey, Tate!

Wanna come fishing?

I ain’t got too much time.

[Ma] “Ain’t” isn’t a real word.

Hey, how many times I told you not to mess in my goddamn boat?!

Get in the house! Are you stupid?!

Come here! Now you’ve done it.

You gotta learn respect. You hear me?

Stop it! You’re hurting her!

Hey, you leave my pa alone!

Come back on my land, I’ll shoot you! You hear me?!

[Ma] Calm down now.

Shut up!

Shut up!

[ominous music playing]

[Ma] Leave me alone!

[Pa] I’ll show you!

[Ma] Please just stop!

[clattering and thudding noises]

[Ma sobbing]

[door closes]

[dramatic music playing]

Ma!

Ma?

[Kya] Ma never came back.

And everybody else was quick to get out the same way.

Murph was the first to leave.

A few months later, Mandy and Missy.

Then, finally, Jodie.

Kya.

Kya, listen.

I have to go, Kya. I can’t live here no longer.

Kya, you be careful, hear?

[Pa coughing]

If you’re in trouble, run and hide deep in the marsh way out where the crawdads sing.

Like Ma always says.

[clattering noises]

[softly] Run!

[Pa] Jodie!

I learned from the mistakes of the others how to live with him.

[footsteps]

Just keep out of the way.

[door closes]

Don’t let him see you.

Fend for yourself.

[dramatic music playing]

I had been out in the marsh plenty of times with Jodie, but never alone.

I didn’t know which way was home.

Damn you for leaving me here, Jodie!

Damn you.

You okay?

You’re Jodie Clark’s sister.

Used to be. He’s gone.

You know your way home?

Yeah.

It’s okay. I get lost all the time.

My name’s Tate, in case you see me again.

Tate.

There was something about that boy that eased the tightness in my chest.

For the first time since Ma and Jodie left, I felt something other than hurt.

I felt brave.

I’m hungry.

[blues music playing on radio]

[indistinct chatter]

Morning, Mr. Clark. How you doing?

Well, Jumpin’, I woke up on the right side of dirt.

Oh, this is my daughter, Miss Kya Clark.

Well, I’m mighty proud to know you, Miss Kya.

Oh, don’t mind her. I tell her, uh, stay away from everybody.

It’s a dangerous world, isn’t it?

It is. But the fishing’s good.

[Pa] Could I get a bag of grits?

And some of that Jim Beam?

And maybe you fill her up for me?

[Jumpin’] It’s okay.

Mabel.

[Mabel] Mm-hm.

[Pa] You wait for our change, you hear?

Helping out your pa while your ma’s gone, huh?

I ain’t seen her in a while.

She’s doing chores at home. Mm-him.

Grits ain’t much to go on.

All right. Let’s see here.

Your pa left $2 here.

And the bill is $1.50.

How much does that leave for gas?

Don’t worry about that.

I got another question for you.

You go to school, honey?

Do you know that they publish the school lunch menu in the paper?

Today’s is… Salisbury steak.

You could get a nice, hot meal, make some friends.

Plenty of kids go to school without shoes.

But you will need a skirt.

Ask your mama for one.

There you go.

And the change is 50 cents.

[sentimental music playing]

[bell rings]

[gasps]

Boys!

Chase Andrews, what you got to say for yourself?

[Chase] Sorry, Miss Pansy.

We didn’t see you ’cause that girl got in the way.

Hello there.

I think you’ve got yourself turned around the wrong way, little lady.

Isn’t school that way?

[girl 1] So dirty.

[girl 2] Gross.

You have just as much of a right to be there.

Go along now. It’s all right.

Miss Catherine Danielle Clark, are you reading and writing already?

Can you spell “dog,” honey?

[kids murmuring]

[softly] Who is that?

G-O-D.

[kids laughing]

Well, we can all use practice, can’t we?

You can go ahead and sit down, Miss Catherine Danielle Clark.

Where you been, marsh hen?

Where’s your hat, swamp rat?

Now, boys and girls, settle down. Just an hour until lunch.

Please, try to pay attention to our lesson.

Who can tell me a word that has a long vowel sound?

[girl 1] She probably lives in the mud.

[girl 2] Someone’s got cooties.

[kids laughing]

[girl 1] That stink in the room.

[teacher] Excuse me.

That was the only day I ever spent in school.

Reckoned I was better off learning from the wild.

Hi, Tate!

[Pa clicks tongue]

Mm-mm.

Need you to be careful out here. You hear me?

You can’t trust nobody.

You protect yourself.

Great horned owl, probably.

For a while, Pa was good to me.

[upbeat music playing]

Ahem. I thought you could use this for your feathers, bird nests.

Other stuff you collect.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah.

[vehicle approaching]

[horn honks]

It was my old Army…

Mail!

It’s my old Army knapsack.

It’s from Ma! It’s from Ma!

It’s Ma’s handwriting!

Ma’s alive!

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

When’s she coming home?

Wait.

What does she say?

No!

Quiet.

Pa! Pa, stop!

Stop it! Stop that!

Stop!

Quiet. Quiet!

Ma.

Now you listen to me.

She ain’t never coming back.

You hear me?

[dramatic music playing]

That isn’t true.

“Ain’t” isn’t even a real word!

[Pa] Goddamn bitch!

Useless.

Pa took to burning any trace of Ma.

Get your shit out of my house.

And then one day…

he was gone.

Wasn’t like the pain when Ma left.

But being completely alone was a feeling so vast, it echoed.

And there was the small matter of surviving.

I didn’t know how to do life without grits.

[plucky music playing]

Well, hello, Miss Kya.

You want something?

Mr. Jumpin’…

I hear tell y’all buy mussels.

I got some here.

They fresh?

Dug them before dawn.

Just now.

[Mabel] Your pa sent you out with these?

Look, I tell you what, I’ll give you 50 cent for the one bag and a full tank of gas for the other.

How many bags y’all need a week?

Are we striking up a business deal?

I buy about 40 pound every two, three days.

Mind you, others bring them too.

So if you bring them, and I already got some, why, you’d just be out.

It’s first come, first served. Ain’t no other way of doing it.

That’s fine. Thank you.

Can I, uh…?

Oh, yeah.

You sure are growing up fast, huh?

Why don’t you come by next week, I’ll measure your feet.

I got some shoes in the church donation bin just collecting dust.

Thank you, ma’am.

Sure.

[door closes]

Poor child.

Her ma’s gone, and now her pa’s gone too, I bet.

What?

We ought to be careful, messing in folk business.

It don’t say that in the Bible.

“Be careful.”

“And the King shall answer and say unto them, verily I say unto thee, inasmuch as ye hath done it unto the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”

All right, Mabel.

Don’t say about “be careful.”

[plucky music playing]

[Mabel] Let’s see.

[Kya giggles]

One, two, three. That’s all.

[Frazier] They’re from Miss Mabel.

[judge] Catherine Danielle Clark, of Barkley County, North Carolina, is charged with the murder in the first degree of Chase Lawrence Andrews, formerly of Barkley Cove.

In such cases, the State is allowed to seek the death penalty.

The prosecution has announced it will do so if the defendant is found guilty.

[crowd murmuring]

[man] Guilty! We all know she’s guilty.

She’s guilty.

[gavel banging]

[judge] We will now begin jury selection.

Will our prospective jurors in the first two rows…

There is an option. It’s what’s called a plea bargain.

And it means that if you are willing to say that you did go to the tower that night and met Chase Andrews there and you had a disagreement, and in a horrible accident he stepped backwards through the grate, you’d get ten years, but you’d be out in six.

[Kya] No.

If we lose, we lose big.

It’s life in prison, or the other.

Mr. Milton, I won’t say anything that implies guilt.

I will not go to prison.

Please call me Tom.

And promise me that you will think about this.

I have to get out of here.

One way… or the other.

[prosecutor] Between midnight and 2 a.m. on October 30th… the defendant lured Chase Andrews to the tower and pushed him to his death.

She then covered up her tracks and fingerprints.

Now, you’re gonna hear she had the time, she had the motivation, but most importantly… she has the weakness of character to murder Chase Andrews.

[crowd murmuring]

Ladies and gentlemen, the State is going to throw a lot of words at you about Miss Catherine Danielle Clark.

But I am asking you to look at the evidence that the State will be offering to back up those words.

You’ll find that there is none.

Furthermore, you are going to hear that there’s a good chance no one murdered Chase Andrews and that the defendant, Miss Clark, finds herself here because it is easier to lay blame on an outsider than it is to rely on facts.

And although she was born and grew up not five miles from this courtroom, Miss Clark is an outsider.

[dramatic music playing]

Oh.

Hi.

It’s me. Tate.

Tundra swan.

How do you know birds?

My ma liked birds.

I can’t read your note.

Oh, all I said was I’d seen you a couple times when I was out fishing, and it got me thinking that maybe you could use some seeds and a spark plug.

I had extra. Thought it might save you a trip to town.

And, uh, I don’t know, I figured you’d like the feathers.

All right, then.

All right, then.

Well, I better be going, so…

I could teach you to read.

[sentimental music playing]

I thought you may as well learn to write at the same time.

Oh, yeah.

Good. Okay, so we start with A.

Just go ahead and draw that shape right there.

Don’t tell me.

You’re getting there.

Don’t help me.

Sure. I got all day.

“There are some who can live without wild things, comma, and some who cannot.”

That’s what I’m talking about, Kya. Whoo!

And there will never be a time again where you can’t read, ever.

I didn’t know words could hold so much.

Not all words hold that much.

We could read at my house sometime.

[Kya] We went through the whole library.

Three times a week, summer into fall.

Read how plants and animals change over time to adjust to the ever-shifting earth.

How birds sing mostly at dawn because the cool, moist air of morning carries their songs and their meanings much farther.

How some cells divide and specialize into lungs or hearts while others remain uncommitted as stem cells in case they’re needed later.

Within all the worlds of biology…

I searched for an explanation of why a mother would leave her offspring.

“Mr. Jackson Henry Clark married Miss Julienne Maria Jacques, June 12, 1933.”

That means these are my parents.

“Master Jeremy Andrew Clark, January 2.”

That’s Jodie.

“Master Napier Murphy Clark, Miss Mary Helen Clark, Miss Catherine Danielle Clark.”

I miss them.

I had, um…

I had forgot how much…

I feel them not here.

But…

I feel them not here right now.

I mean… Sometimes I feel so invisible… I wonder if I’m here at all.

You are.

Sorry I’m late.

Come on. Give me a hand.

Son, you know I don’t listen to idle talk.

But there is a regular riptide of gossip going around you got something going on with that Marsh Girl.

Hey, you know you can tell me anything.

She your girlfriend?

She’s my friend.

I bring her books ’cause people are so nasty to her, she can’t go to school.

She doesn’t have any family.

Hey. Come on. There’s no need to be huffy.

It’s my job to say all the things that we don’t like to talk about, and I can’t give you a lot of things those other dads can give their sons.

So I’m asking you.

Just be careful.

Everything you’ve worked so hard for, your dreams of going to Chapel Hill…

Life can change in a second.

You understand that?

Yeah.

Now turn up my music, would you? Come on.

[opera music playing on radio]

[volume increases]

It’s Puccini, in case you’re wondering.

A young girl living on her own like that looks immoral, don’t you think?

No, sir. I don’t. Think, that is.

At least not enough. Just ask my wife.

There are some fine group homes that would help keep a young woman out of trouble.

They say she comes in here from time to time.

I do see her from time to time.

She’s not alone. She’s got her father with her.

Well, I’ve never seen anybody home all the times I’ve been by.

When does she usually come around?

I never know just when she’ll boat in here.

Have her call me next time she comes in.

You don’t have any reason to lie to me, do you, boy?

No reason at all, sir.

[door opens, then closes]

We gotta meet somewhere else.

Hi, Kya. Good to see you too.

Social Services are looking for me again.

They’re gonna pull me in, put me in some group home.

It’s polite to greet people when you see them.

You know, a group home might not be the worst thing.

What? No, no. You’d have someone cooking you warm meals.

Real bed.

I got a real bed.

‘Sides, I’d never leave the marsh to go live with a bunch of strangers.

It’s “besides,” not “‘sides.”

And you can’t live alone in the marsh forever.

Watch me.

All right.

Tate.

I, um…

I appreciate you teaching me to read and all the things you gave me.

But why do you do it?

Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?

Sometimes I do.

Sometimes?

I mean, I’ve had one.

Uh, but not now…

I don’t, so…

Uh, all right.

I, uh… I saw you on your pa’s boat the other day.

He seems real nice, your dad.

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

You never talk about your ma.

What’s she like?

Uh, you don’t have to say nothing.

My mother and little sister died in a car wreck over in Asheville.

My little sister’s name was Carianne.

It was, uh…

What, Tate?

You can say anything to me.

I think they went to Asheville to buy me my birthday present.

There was this bike I wanted, and Western Auto didn’t carry it… so I think they went into Asheville to get that bike for me.

[Kya] Oh.

And I don’t even remember what kind of bike it was.

[dramatic music playing]

It wasn’t your fault.

[wind whistling]

Oh!

Oh, my gosh!

Am I your girlfriend now?

Do you wanna be?

I know feathers.

Bet the other girls don’t know feathers.

All right, then.

All right, then.

[sentimental music playing]

[Kya cheers]

I’ve never been out this way.

It’s worth the trip.

You’ll see.

[Tate chuckles]

Happy birthday, Kya.

How’d you know it was my birthday?

Oh, I read it in your Bible.

Did you know it was your birthday?

Don’t have a calendar.

Oh, um, not my name.

Don’t cut my name.

Yes, ma’am.

Mm!

Pretty good, huh?

[birds squawking]

What’s that?

Here they come.

Oh, wow.

[Kya] Snow geese.

Kya.

Kya, look at me.

Kya.

Kya, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Jeez.

No, Tate, I want to.

Why not?

Because I…

I care about you too much.

Look, Kya. I want you more than anything, but I can’t be damaged as easily.

It’s more dangerous for you. You understand?

[upbeat music playing]

[Kya] Fall gave way to winter.

Winter to spring.

The only constant in nature is change.

[Tate] Dad, I got in!

Why are you quiet?

You know I’m going away soon.

To college.

You talked about it.

When?

Not right away.

Soon.

I got a job at the biology lab.

Starts next week, so…

Stay here.

And do what?

No, look. I just mean there’s no work for me here.

What am I gonna do? I don’t want to be a shrimper like my dad.

I’m going to get a degree and be something, Kya.

So could you.

What do you want me to be?

That’s not what I meant.

You’re never gonna come back.

Yes, I will. I won’t leave you, Kya. I promise.

I’m gonna come back to you.

Kya! Kya, stop! Ky…

You can’t run away from every whip stitch!

[dramatic music playing]

[boat approaches]

One more night.

One more night.

What’s this?

It’s a list of publishers.

For all your drawings and notes.

There’s nothing like them out there, Kya.

There’s enough for a book.

Lots of books.

And, you know, you wouldn’t have to leave home.

You could just mail your samples into a publisher.

You know, bring some money in.

You know, probably not a huge amount… but maybe you wouldn’t have to dig mussels the rest of your life.

Just give it a try, Kya.

Come on. What can it hurt?

You’re gonna forget about me.

When you get busy with all that college stuff, all those pretty girls.

I could never forget you, Kya.

Ever.

I’ll be home in a month. I promise. For the Fourth of July. Okay?

I’ll be back before you know it.

We’ll meet on your beach and watch fireworks together.

Just write those publishers, all right?

[sentimental music playing]

Goodbye, Kya.

[softly] Goodbye, Tate.

[Kya] Seabirds of the Eastern Seaboard.

Starring you, Big Red.

[hopeful music playing]

[softly] No.

No.

No, Tate.

No, no.

No.

No.

No.

[sobbing] No, no, no.

[Kya] Tate and life and love had been the same thing.

They were all gone.

And then…

[hawk screeching]

Whenever I stumbled, the marsh caught me.

At some unclaimed moment, at last, the heart pain seeped away, like water into sand.

Still there, but deep.

[sheriff] There were no footprints around the body or on the fire tower.

And no fresh fingerprints either.

Not even on the grate, which somebody had to open.

All this indicated that someone had destroyed evidence.

No more questions.

Your witness.

[Tom] Sheriff, I’m handing you the tide table for the night of October 29 and the morning of October 30.

Now, this shows here that low tide was around midnight.

So at the time Chase Andrews arrived at the tower and walked to the steps, he would have made tracks in the wet mud.

And then as the groundwater rose, those tracks would have been wiped out.

Do you agree that this is possible?

Well…

And then you’d agree that if he had any friends with him, their footprints would be washed away as well.

Under these circumstances, the absence of footprints in and of itself does not suggest a crime.

Correct?

Sheriff?

The absence of footprints does not, by itself, prove there was a crime.

You also testified that there were no fingerprints found anywhere in the fire tower, including on the open grate.

So this led you to conclude that someone must have opened the grate and wiped away their fingerprints afterwards.

Correct.

Now, in fact, isn’t it true that these grates were left open so often and considered so dangerous that your office submitted a written request to the U.S. Forest Service to remedy the situation on July 18 of last year?

This is a copy of that request.

Who wrote this, sheriff?

I did it myself.

Would you read to the court the last sentence of this document that you sent to the Forest Service?

Just the last sentence.

“I must repeat, these grates are very dangerous, and if action is not taken… If action is not taken, a serious injury or death will occur.”

[crowd murmuring]

Thank you, sheriff.

[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[camera clicking]

Somebody’s been taking pictures round my house.

What do you think they want?

Developers.

They’ve been all up and down the marsh last few weeks, wanting to drain the “murky swamp.” Build hotels.

Yeah, I saw them last year.

Cutting oak and digging channels down the way.

They want my house?

Maybe not the house, but I bet they offer you a heap of money for that land.

Jumpin’!

There ain’t nothing wrong with some money going to Kya.

You do own that land, don’t you? You own that house?

Pa said so.

Well, you’re gonna need some proof.

A deed, title.

[Chase] Hey.

Sorry to startle you. Can I carry that for ya?

I got it.

Please. Let me get it.

Oh, I’m Chase Andrews.

Your name’s Kya, right?

Yeah. Yeah. It’s a nice name. I like it. It’s different but nice.

This is yours right here.

There we go.

You wanna go for a picnic in my boat this Sunday?

Okay.

I’ll pick you up at noon from Point Beach. Does that work?

All right. Well, I’ll see ya, Kya.

[motor starts]

[man] Well, here we are.

Mr. Napier Clark, looks like, bought it in 1897.

Yeah, uh, that’s my grandpa.

Yes, ma’am.

It’s never been sold, so, yes sirree, I reckon it belongs to you.

Looks like you gotta pay some back taxes if you wanna keep it, Miss Clark.

In fact, ma’am, the way the law reads, uh, whoever comes along and pays those back taxes owns the land, even if they don’t got no deed.

Well, how much?

Looks like about…

Eight hundred dollars total.

[upbeat music playing]

[Kya] Five years.

It had been five years since Tate showed me this path.

Dear Sir or Madam, I am sending you the following pages on the shells of the Carolina marsh for your consideration.

Five years for my heart to open its shell again.

[harmonica playing]

How’s it feel to bask in the presence of musical genius?

Hey, look.

Oh. Oh! That’s an ornate scallop.

Pecten ornatus.

All right.

Well, it’s unusual to find one here.

Really?

Yeah. This particular species usually inhabits regions south of here ’cause these waters are too cool for them.

What?

Oh, no, it’s just, the Marsh Girl knows the Latin name for shells and where they inhabit and why, for Christ sakes.

Here. You keep it.

Thank you.

You’re something else, ain’t ya?

I know you think I’m trash, but I’m worth more than a picnic.

Oh, no, Kya. Come on.

I’m sorry. No. Hey, come on. I’ve never thought you were trash.

Please. I’m sorry.

I understand if you wanna go, but you can’t walk from here.

It’s too far.

Can I make it up to you?

Please, can I make it up to you?

I can’t believe you never been up the fire tower.

Come here when my family’s all in my business. You know?

It’s a great way to see the whole marsh from above.

Here.

[dramatic music playing]

What is it?

You can tell me. I won’t laugh at you.

It’s like having a friend your whole life, but you never saw their full face.

Now I see it.

Your house is over there, ain’t it?

Take me there.

Oh, um…

It’s far.

Hey, I like far.

I don’t care what it’s like, if that’s what you’re worried about.

Is this it right here?

How long you lived out here by yourself?

Uh, about ten years, I think.

Neat.

Living out here with no parents telling you what to do?

There’s really nothing to see inside.

Wow, what you got on the porch?

What?

Oh, um, nothing.

What is all this?

Nothing.

What, you writing a book or something?

Sort of.

These look straight out of an encyclopedia.

You’re the real deal, ain’t ya?

Ah, swanee.

You got a water pump.

I wasn’t ready for guests.

Hey, don’t worry.

Hey, there’s nobody I know who could live out here alone like this.

I mean, most guys would be too scared.

What do you want with me?

Okay. Look, I’m real sorry I came on like that.

I wanna get to know you better. All right?

I think you’re gorgeous.

I do. I think you’re free as a dang gale and smart as a whip.

But I won’t do anything unless you want me to.

How’s that?

That’s fine.

All right.

[harmonica playing]

[Kya] I didn’t know exactly how I felt about Chase.

But I was no longer lonely.

That seemed enough.

Is that for your book?

Yeah.

Anyway, who knows if anyone will read it.

I will.

The marsh was our secret.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music playing]

[Kya] Tell me about your friends.

Oh, I don’t really have any friends.

You always seem to be having a good time when you’re with them.

You spying on me?

[chuckles]

It’s funny. My dad told me once, he’d had something to drink and a fight with my mom.

He told me if my friends really knew me, they wouldn’t be my friends.

I don’t know if anyone really knows me, is what I’m saying, I guess.

I wonder what makes the sky blue.

Blue and violet wavelengths from sunlight.

They, uh, bounce off the gas particles in the atmosphere and scatter.

Is it okay if I… kiss you now?

[prosecutor] Let’s turn to the red wool fibers found on Chase Andrews’ denim jacket the night he died.

Did you compare those samples to this red ski cap?

Exhibit C.

Yes. The fibers from the cap and the jacket matched exactly.

[prosecutor] And where was that cap found?

[doctor] It was found in Miss Clark’s residence.

[crowd murmuring]

[Tom] Now, about these red fibers, is there any way, doctor, to determine how long the fibers had been on the jacket?

[doctor] No. We can tell where they came from, not when.

[Tom] And if someone wore this hat often, is it possible the fibers would be in their hair and on their clothes?

[doctor] Yes. I would suppose they could.

So would you agree that at any time during the years that the defendant, Miss Clark, knew Chase Andrews, the fibers of the hat could have been transferred onto Chase’s jacket?

From what I’ve seen, yes.

[Tom] At any time they met.

Yes.

[sentimental music playing]

“Dear Miss Clark, we were fascinated by your manuscript.

If, as you say, your materials are already complete, we hope to edit and publish in record time.”

Hey. You’re looking at the new manager of Western Auto.

Oh, Chase, that’s…

That’s great news.

Come on. Let’s celebrate.

So they’re gonna, uh, pay you for those drawings?

Yeah.

Ooh!

Just don’t get too full of yourself, I guess.

I wouldn’t.

I know people have disappointed you.

And I’m sorry for that.

Getting left by your own family. I mean…

God, my family’s a pain in the ass, but I don’t think I could take that.

But I want you to know that I’m gonna take care of you.

Now I’ve been promoted, I can get you a nice house when we’re married.

“Married”?

Yeah.

A nice two-story on the beach with a wraparound veranda.

Yeah.

What about your parents?

Have you told them about me?

What you gotta understand about my folks is that if I say you’re my choice, that’d be that.

They’ll fall in love with you when they get to know ya.

Come here.

Oh, by the way, I have to drive over to Asheville in a few days to buy goods for my dad’s store.

I was thinking you could come.

Celebrate your book and all.

Oh…

There’d be lots of people.

It doesn’t matter.

You’d be with me. I know everything.

Hell, you don’t have to talk to one soul if you don’t want to.

Come on. If we’re gonna get married, you need to get out in the world a bit.

Spread those long wings of yours.

Come on. It’ll be fun.

It’s a two-day job, so we’ll stay the night.

[rock music playing over radio]

[Chase] ♪ …hold my head up high ♪

Incredible, huh?

♪ Makes me feel sweet inside ♪

[engine stops]

Hey. It’s an adventure. Come on.

[groaning]

It’ll feel better for you later, the more you do it.

Oh.

Hey, I never wanna lose you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I think about it a lot.

Sneaking out at night to come see you.

My Marsh Girl.

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Nobody sees ♪

♪ Nobody knows but me ♪

Hey, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone. You understand?

You have me, and I love you.

I made you something.

Oh.

[woman] It was a single shell, hung on a piece of rawhide, tied in a tight knot, and it was missing.

[prosecutor] So to be clear, what you’re saying is that the shell necklace that Chase wore every day was missing from these items that law enforcement recovered from his body the day that he was found.

Is that correct?

I think it’s important.

Yes.

He had that necklace on when he had dinner with us that night.

And it was gone from his body.

And what I’m saying is he never took it off.

Whoever killed him took it.

Objection, Your Honor. It’s speculation.

Sustained.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will disregard that last remark by Mrs. Andrews.

[prosecutor] Mrs. Andrews, where did Chase get this necklace?

[Mrs. Andrews] It’s from that Marsh Girl. Miss Clark.

I didn’t even know her name or if she even had one.

I can’t see why Chase…

But what I’m saying is, she’s the only one who’d have any interest in taking the thing.

Mrs. Andrews…

were Chase and Miss Clark romantically involved?

[Mrs. Andrews] You could say. I saw him sneaking out at night.

When I finally asked him where he was going, he told me the truth.

I thought: What would people say?

I was a silly woman to be worried about that next to…

[whimpers]

But he told me he broke it off with her.

She knew she couldn’t have him anymore, so she killed him and took back her ugly necklace!

[Tom] Objection, Your Honor.

[crowd clamoring]

[gavel banging]

[judge] Sustained.

[prosecutor] No further questions, Your Honor.

Um, Mrs. Andrews, you have my deepest sympathy for your loss.

With all due respect, you are aware that Miss Clark’s house was thoroughly searched.

And that the police did not find the necklace there.

Did they?

No.

[crowd murmuring]

[dramatic music playing]

[Kya laughing]

[Chase] Hey.

[Kya] I got it.

Hey.

[Chase] Almost got you.

Almost knocked me out.

Just trying to show off.

[Chase laughs]

[man] What’s that Marsh Girl like in bed, man? Is she an animal?

[Chase] Wild as a bobcat and worth every bit of the gas money.

Tell me her eyes glow.

Only for me and only when I make them.

Hey, don’t talk about her like that.

What’s that?

I said don’t talk about her like that.

Oh, the college boy.

He taught the Marsh Girl her ABCs.

Oh.

[Chase] Mmm.

You’re a waste of her time.

Go ahead, college boy. What you gonna do?

Come on, you’re tough, right?

Come on, let’s do something.

You wanna hit me?

Hey, y’all settle down now.

That’s enough.

Settle down before someone get hurt.

There’s better ways than this.

[boat approaches]

Hey, Kya.

[Kya grunts]

Hey, what the hell?

Wait! Kya, wait! Please.

Look, I just wanna talk.

Get out of my lagoon, you dirty creep!

Kya, please! I just need to talk to you!

I don’t care what you want!

I never wanna see you again. Ever.

Kya, I need to talk to you about Chase, okay?

About Chase?

He’s not good enough for you.

You’re the one who left me.

Who didn’t come back when you promised. Who never came back.

[scoffs]

You didn’t even write to explain or even to say if you were alive or dead.

You just disappeared.

I know. And I’m so sorry, Kya, you have no idea.

You weren’t man enough to face me.

You’re right, Kya.

Everything you say is true.

Leaving you like that was the worst thing I’ve ever done, the worst thing I’ll ever do in my life.

I knew how badly I’d hurt you, and I couldn’t face you, like you said.

I thought you wouldn’t be able to leave the marsh and live in any other world.

You know, I thought I had to choose between you and everything else.

But the truth is, Kya, everything else that I thought mattered, the scholarships, the grants, the jobs, it means nothing without you.

I was so wrong.

I’ve been sorry for years.

And I’ll be sorry for the rest of my life.

You look…

I brought you something.

You know, I’m working at the new lab near town.

You’d love it, Kya.

I get to study all this under a microscope.

So I’m here now.

I’m back for good.

Kya, I would do anything to…

I would’ve done so many things differently.

What do you want now, Tate?

Is there any way that you could possibly forgive me, Kya?

Please?

I don’t know how.

[Tom] Kya, I trust you would tell me if you knew of anyone else who had reason to harm Chase Andrews.

Well, all right, then.

Try and get some rest.

[lock clicks]

Oh. Hi.

Hey. What you doing in town?

I had some good news from the publisher, so I thought we could celebrate.

Was gonna make…

[Pearl] There he is.

Kya, you know Brian, Tina, Pearl.

You guys know Kya.

Sure, yeah, the Marsh Girl.

Pleased to meet you, Kya.

I’m Chase’s fiancée.

All right. Well, I’ll see you around, Kya.

[dramatic music playing]

[boat approaches]

Kya!

Hey, Kya. I can explain.

Are you in there?

Hey, I just wanna talk.

Kya!

I know you’re here, damn it!

[clattering noises]

Kya!

[motor starts]

[screams]

[Kya] I had to do life alone.

But I knew that.

I’d known for a long time.

People don’t stay.

“Dear Miss Clark, enclosed is the final copy of your beautiful book, along with the initial check for delivery, with royalties to follow, I’m sure. I’m attending a conference in Greenville next month and would love for you to join us and celebrate this great accomplishment.”

[upbeat music playing]

“A full deed for Catherine Danielle Clark for 310 acres of lagoons, marsh, oak forests and beach. Wasteland category: murky swamp.”

[car approaches]

Jodie?

There I am in Asheville, and I see your book in a shop: Catherine Danielle Clark.

And my heart just broke and leapt for joy all at once.

I knew I had to find you.

I just didn’t think you’d still be here.

What about the others?

I don’t know a thing about Murph, Mandy or Missy.

I wouldn’t know them if I passed them in the street.

And, um… what about Ma?

Ma passed, Kya.

Ma had a sister, Rosemary.

She found me in the Army and told me what happened.

Showed up at Rosemary’s door in her alligator shoes.

Rosemary said she didn’t talk for months.

And then about a year later, she remembered she had children.

Rosemary helped her write a letter to Pa, asking if she could come get us.

And he told her if she ever so much as contacted us again, he’d beat us unrecognizable.

Yeah, sounds like Pa.

She saved up for lawyers and everything, but then she got sick.

Leukemia.

She tried, but… She never had a chance.

I’ve been waiting… all these years for her to walk down the lane.

You didn’t have a family your whole life, and there’s nothing I can do to give you that back.

But I’d like to come see you as much as I can get up here.

Yeah, I’d like that.

[soul music playing over radio]

[Jumpin’] Mabel’s gonna be so proud.

Just one more thing.

I’ll be sure he gets it.

Thank you, Jumpin’.

[Jumpin’] How y’all doing?

One pack of your finest, please, sir.

And give me some matches.

[Jumpin’] Sure thing.

[Chase] “Sure thing.”

[boys laugh]

Kya Clark.

Miss Catherine Danielle Clark.

You wrote a damn book. Come here.

Wait, wait, wait. I wanna talk to you.

Don’t act like that. Come on.

Leave me alone.

[Brian] Damn, the Marsh Girl thinks she’s too good for you now.

Shut up!

Here you go, sir. It’s on the house.

Thought I might find you here.

I told you to leave me alone.

No, I know, but I just… Listen, I wanted to say I’m sorry.

Really. I feel bad about how things turned out.

“How things turned out”?

What, you mean how it turned out you were engaged the whole time we were together?

How it turned out that you lie to everybody?

Kya, I have to do things I don’t wanna do. You know that.

No, I have to get married to someone like Pearl. I had to.

But you’re the one I really want.

You know any other man would have tried to change you?

To fix you?

I never did.

No, no. Please, please, wait. I need you. I really need you.

Don’t leave me all alone in that place.

You know, nobody else knows me.

You know, I feel sorry for you.

But I want nothing to do with any of that.

Wilder than ever.

I know you want this too.

Stop!

I know you want this too.

[high-pitched ringing]

You’re mine, Kya. You belong to me. I’m not letting you go this time.

Leave me alone, you bastard!

You bother me again and I’ll kill you!

[man] She shouted it real loud, sir.

I heard a commotion, and I come closer, see if anybody was in trouble, and there she was.

And do you recognize the woman?

Is she in the courtroom today?

Yes, that one there. The defendant.

[crowd clamoring]

The one folks call Marsh Girl.

[gavel banging]

[Kya] I finally understood why Ma had to leave.

[twig snaps]

[bird squawking]

[boat approaches]

One thing I learned from Pa, these men have to have the last punch.

Being isolated was one thing.

Living in fear, quite another.

I will never live like that.

A life wondering when the next fist will fall.

Tate, you can’t be here.

I just wanted to check on you.

Jumpin’ said he hadn’t seen you since…

Not now.

Kya, what happened to your face?

Was it Chase? Tell me, Kya. Did he do this?

I need you to stay out of it.

That son of a bitch.

That son of a bitch.

Tate, I need you to go.

Kya.

You know, I was gonna go to Greenville next week.

Finally meet my publishers.

Talk about the next book.

I was feeling brave enough.

Well, you can still go.

Looking like this?

Don’t let him ruin this for you.

Go to Greenville.

Okay? There’s a bus.

It’s easy. Jumpin’s got the schedule.

Let them put you up in a nice hotel, eat some hot restaurant food you didn’t have to make.

Stay a week, if you can.

And I’ll come see you when you’re back. Okay?

Hear how it all went with the publishers.

[softly] All right.

Hey, you cold?

I’m fine. I don’t need you to take care of me.

I know, but just take my hat.

I said I don’t need your help.

Just take it.

[indistinct chatter]

[Jumpin’] You wanna tell me what happened to your eye?

I need to write down the bus schedule.

You have a copy, right?

It was that Chase, wasn’t it?

Kya, look at me.

Now you tell me what he did.

I can’t say it.

It’s over now.

I just want it out of my life.

And how you know he ain’t coming after you again?

You’re all by your lonesome out there.

Jumpin’, please.

You can’t tell anybody.

You know how it is.

They’d drag me into the sheriff’s office and make me describe it to a bunch of men.

And then write me up in the papers, accusing me of whoring.

Or trying to get money out of his parents.

Okay? They’d do nothing about it.

You’re right, Kya.

And I ain’t gonna do anything to make this thing worse.

But you let me know when you’re coming and going.

You hear?

I gotta know if you’re out of town.

‘Cause if I don’t see you for a while…

Thank you, Jumpin’.

I’m leaving in a few days.

I’ll come see you as soon as I’m back.

Okay, that’s good.

That’s good.

[Tom] Miss Price, would you tell us what you saw on the morning of October 29?

I saw the Marsh Girl…

Miss Clark, that is. Pardon me.

…get on the 9:00 bus.

[Tom] You’ve got quite a good memory.

We all talked about it.

We’d never seen her all cleaned up like that.

Hair combed, makeup.

[Tom] Just to be clear, on the morning of October 29, you and several others saw Miss Clark board the 9 a.m. bus and leave Barkley Cove.

Yes, that’s right.

Thank you, Miss Price.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Miss Price, is the Piggly Wiggly open at 1:30 in the morning?

No, sir.

Well, the reason I ask is, you couldn’t have seen who got off the night bus from Greenville, nor could you have seen who got on the 2:30 a.m. bus from Barkley Cove back to Greenville, could you?

Well, no. Of course not.

So after you saw Miss Clark board that morning bus to Greenville… she could have returned to Barkley Cove that night and been back in Greenville for breakfast, all without you taking notice.

[man] My name is Robert Foster.

I’m a senior editor at Harrison Morris Publishing Company in Boston, Massachusetts.

[Tom] Mr. Foster, you sat down for dinner with Miss Clark at 7 p.m. on the night of October 29.

Correct?

Yes.

What was your first impression of her?

My first impression was, uh, that she was very shy, very gentle, very smart.

I knew that she was something of a recluse, but I also knew that she was a gifted naturalist.

[Tom] How long did that dinner go on?

At least a few hours.

[Kya] Some female insects do eat their mates.

Fireflies, in fact, have two different light signals.

One for mating,

and one to attract a male in order to make him her next meal.

[man] So she eats him?

[woman] How gruesome.

[man] Oh, dear.

I must spend less time with insects.

It’s quite amoral.

[woman] Amoral, indeed.

I don’t know if there is a dark side to nature.

Just inventive ways to endure.

Against all odds.

And when you met with Miss Clark the following morning, October 30th, was there anything unusual about her appearance or her demeanor?

Not at all.

[Tom] No further questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Foster, did Miss Clark stay

at the same hotel as you and your colleagues?

No. She preferred a smaller hotel.

The, uh, Mountain something.

Could you look at this map of Greenville for me, please?

I think you’ll see The Piedmont, where you and your colleagues stayed, and then The Three Mountains Hotel, where Miss Clark stayed.

Could you tell me which one is closest to the bus station?

The Three Mountains Hotel is closer.

In fact, The Three Mountains is the closest hotel to the Greenville bus station. Is that correct?

Looks that way.

No further questions.

I don’t think a good lawyer ever puts their client on the stand, but this might help you.

For the jury to be able to hear from you, directly.

For them to be able to see you… as the kind and thoughtful person you truly are.

They’re never gonna see me like that.

Listen. I know you have a world of reasons to hate these people…

No, I never hated them.

They hated me.

They laughed at me. They left me.

They harassed me. They attacked me.

You… You want me to beg for my life?

I don’t have it in me.

I won’t.

I will not offer myself up.

They can make their decision.

But they’re not deciding anything about me.

It’s them.

They’re judging themselves.

All right, then.

Mr. Milton, you have always been kind to me.

Even as a child.

I never forgot.

[indistinct chatter]

[prosecutor] His life was cut short by the jilted lover who could not accept that he had returned to the fold.

A witness saw Miss Clark and Chase in the marsh.

Heard her say the words “I’ll kill you.”

And what’s more, is there’s physical evidence from that night connecting them.

Fibers from her red wool cap left on his denim jacket.

Dad, I’m going over to deal with it.

Who else would have motive to take that shell necklace?

You can, and you must, find that the defendant is guilty of first-degree murder.

[judge] Mr. Milton.

[Tom clears throat]

I have lived in Barkley Cove my whole life.

And like you, I heard the tall tales told about the Marsh Girl.

That she was part wolf.

A missing link between ape and man.

That her eyes glowed in the dark.

Well, here she is.

The reality is that she was an abandoned child.

A little girl surviving out there in the marsh on her own, reviled and shunned.

Mr. James Madison and his wife, Mabel, they are sitting here in the courtroom today.

They’re about the only people in this town who showed her any care.

The rest of us…

Well, I’m ashamed to say that we labeled her and rejected her because we thought she was different.

And now… the job of judging this shy and rejected young woman has fallen on your shoulders.

But you must base your judgment on the facts presented in this courtroom, and not on the rumors and feelings from the past 25 years.

Miss Clark has a solid alibi.

She was in Greenville the night Chase Andrews died.

And what facts, exactly, stand against her?

The State has not proven that this incident was indeed a murder, and not just some tragic accident.

The State wants you to believe that at 11:30 at night, without a single witness seeing her, she caught the last bus from Greenville to Barkley Cove, and rode that bus disguised, since neither of the bus drivers that night could identify her as a passenger, all the way back to Barkley Cove.

And then, in less than an hour… she tracks down Chase Andrews in the middle of the night, lures him to the tower, murders him, wipes away all physical evidence, and somehow catches the 2:30 a.m. bus back to Greenville.

Again, without a single witness seeing her.

And after doing all that, she meets with her publishers the next morning, unruffled.

Now, these are not facts.

These are just more of the rumors and tall tales that we have been spreading about Miss Clark her entire life.

I believe you will come to a judgment based on the facts, and not the gossip that you have heard for years.

It’s time, at last, for all of us to be fair to the Marsh Girl.

[Tom] Maybe you should go home and do your waiting there.

Six hours already. How long do you think they’ll take?

Well, let’s hope they take a good long while.

If a few jurors have doubts, we got a chance.

[judge] Mr. Foreman, is it correct that the jury has reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

[suspenseful music playing]

The defendant will please rise for the reading of the verdict.

[softly] Stand up.

[man] “We, the jury, find the defendant, Catherine Danielle Clark… not guilty of first-degree murder of Mr. Chase Andrews.”

[crowd clamoring]

[gavel banging]

Miss Clark, you are free to go. And I apologize, on behalf of the State, for the time that you have served. This court is dismissed.

Thank you.

[Mabel] Come here.

You’re okay. You’re all right.

You just forget about this nonsense. We’re looking forward to the next book.

Can you take me home?

[Kya] Now I can finally admit.

All the months in isolation, yearning to be back in the marsh, it was knowing how much was left to explore, how much life to uncover in the wild, that kept me going.

And the hope, always that hope… that one day I could share it… with the only person I had ever truly loved.

[sentimental music playing]

[boat approaches]

Kya!

Kya.

Hey.

You know I love you, right?

What?

Will you, uh…? Sorry. I’m sorry.

Will you marry me?

I mean, do you want to?

Well, aren’t we already?

Like geese?

I can live with that, I guess.

Come here.

Oh, here we go.

Hey.

Hey, you. Hi, there.

[indistinct chatter]

[softly] Come here, baby girl.

He loved you so much.

Kya. Look at that.

You see that up there? On the elbow of that branch?

When’s the last time we saw one of those?

[Kya] I know.

This book’s pretty good. This guy’s still talking about…

[Kya] I hope when it is time for me to leave, I will go quick and easy, without making too much noise.

[dramatic music playing]

Ma!

Ma.

Ma.

[Tate] Kya?

Kya!

[Tate crying]

[Kya] It has always been enough… to be part of the natural sequence of things.

Sure as the tides.

Nature my guide.

The marsh knows all about death… and doesn’t necessarily define it as tragedy.

Certainly not a sin.

It understands that every creature does what it must to survive.

And that sometimes, for prey to live… its predator must die.

I am the marsh now.

I am the feather of an egret.

I am every shell washed upon the shore.

I am a firefly.

You’ll see hundreds beckoning far into the dark reaches of the marsh.

And that’s where you will always find me.

Way out yonder.

Where the crawdads sing.

♪ Oh, Carolina creeks running ♪

♪ Through my veins ♪

♪ Lost I was born, lonesome I came ♪

♪ Lonesome I’ll always stay ♪

♪ Carolina knows ♪

♪ Why for years I roam ♪

♪ Free as these birds, light as whispers ♪

♪ Carolina knows ♪

♪ And you didn’t see me here ♪

♪ No, they never did see me here ♪

♪ And she’s in my dreams ♪

♪ Into the mist, into the clouds ♪

♪ Don’t leave ♪

♪ I make a fist, I’ll make it count ♪

♪ And there are places ♪

♪ I will never, ever go ♪

♪ And things that only Carolina ♪

♪ Will ever know ♪

♪ Carolina stains ♪

♪ On the dress she left ♪

♪ Indelible scars, pivotal marks ♪

♪ Blue as the life she fled ♪

♪ Carolina pines ♪

♪ Won’t you cover me? ♪

♪ Hide me like robes down the back road ♪

♪ Muddy these webs we weave ♪

♪ And you didn’t see me here ♪

♪ Oh, they never did see me ♪

♪ And she’s in my dreams ♪

♪ Into the mist, into the clouds ♪

♪ Don’t leave ♪

♪ I make a fist, I’ll make it count ♪

♪ And there are places ♪

♪ I will never, ever go ♪

♪ And things that only Carolina ♪

♪ Will ever know ♪

♪ And you didn’t see me here ♪

♪ They never did see me here ♪

♪ No, you didn’t see me here ♪

♪ They never saw me ♪

♪ Oh, Carolina knows ♪

♪ Why for years they’ve said ♪

♪ That I was guilty as sin ♪

♪ And sleep in a liar’s bed ♪

♪ But the sleep comes fast ♪

♪ And I’ll meet no ghosts ♪

♪ It’s between me, the sand, and the sea ♪

♪ Carolina knows ♪

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