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'"