Brent Spiner Carolina In The Morning
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 flooder up and kiss each little butter
cup at dawning
If I had Aladin's lantern 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.
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(Nothing could be finer in the morning)
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(No one could be sweeter in the morning)
Where the morning glories twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more...