When poets write, they love to write 'bout Southland It's not exaggeration, it's not imagination Now if you wanna see the moon in all it's splendor If you wanna see the way the stars can shine If you wanna feel the breeze that's sweetly tender Spend an evening in Caroline Now if you really wanna hear the whip-poor-will sir And the answer to the words: "will you be mine?" If you wanna give your heart a perfect growth sir Spend an evening in Caroline Yes sir, say what you like I know what it's like to be glad by now Yes sir, say what you may I never could ever be blue Don't you tell me that you really have to guess sir Why I learned to love the Carolina pine If you want to meet the sweetest sweetie, yes sir Spend an evening in Caroline! If you wanna see the moon You wanna see the stars In it's splendor, sweet and tender Spend an evening in Caroline! If you really wanna hear a whip-poor-will Talk about lovin' and I know you will 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 it Why I learned to love the Caroline Spend an evening in Caroline!