Carolina where are you, where are you my darling Caroline?
You can keep all the leaves upon the trees
Add a sweetness to the breeze, lift and fold me
Send me home to Caroline

It was winter after a fall of knowing I must leave you
Even though I had it all.
Remembering that moment in time,
I see my self standing there my arms round Caroline, Carolina my Caroline....

You can turn all this tinsel into gold, make them laugh when they are old
Lift and fold me, send me home to Caroline.

(c) 2006 Paul A. Krause