When evening falls on Brunswick County
You can hear Atlantic water
Lap upon the eastern shore
As far in as Varnamtown

Cannonballs from blockade runners
Sit silent in the old town ruins
Confederate and Union ships
Lay mute in their watery drown

It’s quiet on the ocean highway
Sandy Creek to Calabash
I come in from Pender County
All because you asked to hold my hand

When evening falls on Brunswick County
I can hear your laughter
As it echoes ‘round the eastern shore
As far in a Varnumtown