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.