Wishing is good time wasted,
Still it’s a habit they say;
Wishing for sweet’s I’ve tasted,
That’s all I do all day.
Maybe there’s nothing in wishing,
But, speaking of wishing I’ll say:
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 Alladin’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.
Dreaming was meant for night time
I live in dreams all the day;
I know it’s not the right time,
But still I dream away
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 Alladin’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.
