paroles de chanson Carolina In The Morning - Live - Judy Garland
                                                "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 
                                                Aladdin'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 
                                                dreaming 
                                                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 
                                                Aladdin'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.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Overture - Live
2 I Feel A Song Comin' On - Live
3 Just In Time - Live
4 Judy's Olio / You Made Me Love You / For Me and My Gal / The Trolley Song (Live)
5 Smile (Live)
6 Be A Clown - Live
7 The Boy Next Door - Live
8 Carolina In The Morning - Live
9 On The Atchison, Topeka, And The Santa Fe (Live)
10 What'll I Do - Live
11 Get Happy - Live
12 Swanee - Live
13 Happiness Is A Thing Called Joe - Live
14 A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow - Live
15 After You've Gone - Live
16 Judy At the Palace: Shine On / Harvest Moon / Some of These Days / My Man / I Don't Care (Live)
17 Chicago (Live)
18 The Man That Got Away (Live)
19 Rock-a-Bye Your Baby With A Dixie Melody - Live
20 Liza - Live
21 I'm Nobody's Baby - Live
22 San Francisco - Live
23 A Couple Of Swells - Live
24 Over The Rainbow - Live
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