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
bu*terflies all flutter up
And kiss each little bu*tercup at dawning