Carolina Caroline

Don't tell me about your fame And your treasures by their name I must tell you from the start Of the pleasure in my heart I have been calling to the ocean From a 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 Caroline upon 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 Caroline upon the sand I heard the ocean calling your name Carolina, Caroline I never will be the same Carolina, Caroline Carolina, Caroline