Carolina In The Morning — Bing Crosby

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

I 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 a day

I'd make a wish

And here's what I'd say

Nothing could be finer

Than to be in Carolina

Nothing could be finer

Than to be in Carolina

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