Carolina In The Morning (passing Show Of 1922) Lyrics - Barbara Cook At Carnegie Hall - Barbara Cook

"Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina" 

Wishing is good time wasted, 

Still it's a habit they say; 

Wishing for sweet's I've tasted, 

That's all I do all day. 

Maybe there's nothing in wishing, 

But, speaking of wishing I'll say: 

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. 

When 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 Alladin'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. 

Dreaming was meant for night time 

I live in dreams all the day; 

I know it's not the right time, 

But still I dream away 

What could be sweeter than dreaming, 

Just dreazming and drift away. 

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. 

When 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 Alladin'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.