Last night I dreamed I'm back in Carolina
With a little southern girl I dearly love
At night I pray that Lord will come to hold [?] her
And the angels will watch over her from above
By the little rose-clad cottage where we said good-bye one day
She promised that she ever true would be
Whilst I know that she is waiting with a sweet and loving kiss
By that little cottage door to welcome me
My own my queen, my little Carolina lady
Soon our wedding bells will sweetly chime
You own my heart it's yours my Carolina lady
And I'm thinking of you all the time
