Bing Crosby 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
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
And when I'm strolling with my girlie
Where the dew's 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 rub that jug
Front and back and I'd say
Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
Nothing could be finer
To be in Carolina
North or South Carolina
Da-doo, baby, with you