An Evening In Caroline

When poets write, they love to write 'bout Southland
It's not exaggeration, it's not imagination
Now if you wanna see the moon in all it's splendor
If you wanna see the way the stars can shine
If you wanna feel the breeze that's sweetly tender
Spend an evening in Caroline

Now if you really wanna hear the whip-poor-will sir
And the answer to the words: "will you be mine?"
If you wanna give your heart a perfect growth sir
Spend an evening in Caroline

Yes sir, say what you like
I know what it's like to be glad by now
Yes sir, say what you may
I never could ever be blue

Don't you tell me that you really have to guess sir
Why I learned to love the Carolina pine
If you want to meet the sweetest sweetie, yes sir
Spend an evening in Caroline!

If you wanna see the moon
You wanna see the stars
In it's splendor, sweet and tender

Spend an evening in Caroline!

If you really wanna hear a whip-poor-will
Talk about lovin' and I know you will

Spend an evening in Caroline!

Yes sir, say what you like
I know what it's like to be glad right now
Yes sir, say what you may
I never could ever be blue, no how

Don't you tell me that you really have to guess it
Why I learned to love the Caroline

Spend an evening in Caroline!