Don't tell me about your fame

And your treasures by their name

I must tell you from the start

Of the pleasure in my heart



I have been calling to the ocean

From a cold and windy shore

But I never, no, I never

Heard it calling Carolina before



I heard the ocean calling your name

Carolina, Caroline

I never will be the same

Carolina, Caroline



Don't tell me about your home

And your silver brush and comb

I must take you by your hand

And show to you this land



But this old wagon, she's no carriage

With her six golden horses in hand

But we can listen, we can listen

To Caroline upon the sand



I heard the ocean calling your name

Carolina, Caroline

I know that's the reason you came

Carolina, Caroline



But this old wagon, she's no carriage

With her six golden horses in hand

But we can listen, we can listen

To Caroline upon the sand



I heard the ocean calling your name

Carolina, Caroline

I never will be the same

Carolina, Caroline

Carolina, Caroline