In the carolines beneath the pine,
waiting with a love that is true.
And I soon will go, my love,
how I long to see her eyes of blue.
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
When the whippoorwill is singing
Then my thoughts go still
I'm thinking of the girl who loves me still
In the carolines beneath the pines
Waiting with a love that is true
And I soon will go, my love,
How I long to see her eyes of blue
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
In the carolines beneath the pine
Waiting with a love that is true
And I soon will go, my love,
How I long to see her eyes of blue
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
