by Gus Kahn
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
Climb around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more
Rolling 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
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