Carolina, Caroline

Don't tell me about your fame

And your treasures by the grain

I must tell you from the start

Of the pleasure in my heart

I have been calling to the ocean

From the cold and windy shore

But I never, no, I never

Heard it calling Carolina before

I heard the ocean calling your name

Carolina, Caroline

I never will be the same

Carolina, Caroline

Don't tell me about your home

And your silver brush and comb

I must take you by your hand

And show to you this land

But this old wagon, she's no carriage

With her six golden horses in hand

But we can listen, we can listen

To Carolina pound the sand

I heard the ocean calling your name

Carolina, Caroline

I know that's the reason you came

Carolina, Caroline

But this old wagon, she's no carriage

With her six golden horses in hand

But we can listen, we can listen

To Carolina pound the sand

I heard the ocean calling your name

Carolina, Caroline

I never will be the same

Carolina, Caroline

Carolina, Caroline