text: Carolina, carolina, carolina, carolina
  Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning
  No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when I meet her in the morning
  Where the morning glory
  Twine around the door
  Whispering pretty stories
  I long to hear once more
  Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the morning
  Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, in the morning
  If I had aladdins lamp
  Id make a wish and heres what Id say
  Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning