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 a morning glory

Went around the door

Whispering pretty stories

I long to hear once more

Rolling with my girly

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

When a morning glory

Wind around the door

Whispering pretty stories

I long to hear once more

Rolling with my girly

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 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