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

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