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 a morning glory
Went around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more

Strolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early
In the morning.
The butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup
At dawning

Now 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

When a morning glory
Wind around the door
Yeah whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more.

Strolling with my girly 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
