Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina

In the morning

No one could be sweeter
Than my sweetie when I meet her
In the morning

When the morning glories

Twine around the door

Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more

Strolling with my girlie
Where the dew is pearly early
In the morning

Butterflies all flutter up
And kiss each little buttercup
At dawning

If I had Aladdin's lamp
For only a day

I'd make a wish
And here's what I'd say

Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning

Strolling with my girlie
Where the dew is pearly early
In the morning

Butterflies all flutter up

And kiss each little buttercup
At dawning

If I had Aladdin's lamp
For only a day

I'd make a wish
And here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning

Nothing could be finer

Nothing could be finer

Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning