Текст песни Carolina In the Morning - Bing Crosby
                                                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 On the Alamo
2 Alabamy Bound
3 Where the Morning Glories Grow
4 Stars Fell On Alabama
5 Carolina In the Morning
6 Swanee
7 Way Down Yonder In New Orleans
8 Georgia On My Mind
9 Cryin' For the Carolines
10 She Is the Sunshine of Virginia
11 Sleepy Time Down South
12 Sailing Down the Chesapeake Bay
13 Bing's South Texas Quail Hunting Medley: Galway Bay/Mack The Knife/Surrey With the Fringe on Top/The Pleasure of Your Company
14 On the Alamo (Alternate Version)
15 Alabamy Bound - Alternate Version
16 Stars Fell On Alabama - Alternate Version
17 Swanee - Alternate Version
18 Sleepy Time Down South - Alternate Version
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