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 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