Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morningNo one could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her in the morningIn the morning, where the morning glories twine around the doorWhispering pretty stories I long to hear once moreStrolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early in the morningButterflies will flutter up and kiss each little buttercup at dawnIn the morning, if I had Aladdin's lamp for only a dayI'd make a wish and here's what I'd sayNothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morningIn the morning, where the morning glories twine around the doorWhispering pretty stories I long to hear once moreStrolling with my girly where the dew is pearly early in the morningButterflies will flutter up and kiss each little buttercup at dawnIn the morning, if I had Aladdin's lamp for only a dayI'd make a wish and here's what I'd sayNothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morningCarolina in the morningCarolina in the morning