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
Where 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