A popular song from 1931
Words and music by Walter Donaldson
The sheet music:
Lyrics
When poets write
They love to write ’bout the Southland
They seem to feast their eyes on Carolina skies
Whatever they write
Whatever they say ’bout the Southland
Is not exaggeration
It’s not imagination
CHORUS
If you wanna see the moon in all its splendor
If you wanna see the way the stars can shine
If you wanna feel a breeze that’s sweetly tender
Spend an evening in Caroline
If you really wanna hear the whippoorwill, sir
And the answer to the worlds “will you be mine”
If you wanna give your heart a perfect thrill, sir
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, sir
Why I learned to love the Carolina pine
If you wanna meet the sweetest sweetie, yes, sir
Spend an evening in Caroline