In the carolines beneath the pine,
she's waiting,
waiting with a love that is true.
And I soon will go, my love,
to show that maiden
how I long to see her eyes of blue.
When up on the hill
the whippoorwill start singing,
I will be there by her side.
In the twilight we'll go strolling,
8th of April on the hill,
And she will be my sweet and blushing
bride.
When the whippoorwill is singing
in the twilight
And the silver moon is
climbing o 'er the hills
Then my thoughts go still
back to Carolina
I'm thinking of the girl who loves me still
In the carolines beneath the pines
she's waiting
Waiting with a love that is true
And I soon will go, my love,
to show that maiden
How I long to see her eyes of blue
When up on the hill
the whippoorwill start singing
I will be there by her side
In the twilight we'll go strollin'
near the maple on the hill
And she will be my sweet and blushing
bride
In the carolines beneath the pine
she's waiting
Waiting with a love that is true
And I soon will go, my love,
to show that maiden
How I long to see her eyes of blue
When up on the hill
the whippoorwill start singing
I will be there by her side
In the twilight we'll go strolling
beneath the maple on the hill
And she will be my sweet and blushing bride