Caroling in the Morning Songtext
von Sons of the Pioneers

Nothin′ could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin'
No one could be sweeter than my sweetie when I meet her in the mornin′
Where the mornin' glories twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more


Strollin' with my girly when the dew is pearly early in the mornin′
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup at dawnin′
If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day
I′d make a wish and here's what I′d say
"Nothin' could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin′"

Where the mornin' glories twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more

If I had Aladdin's lamp for only a day
I′d make a wish and here′s what I'd say
"Nothin′ could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin'"