CAROLINA SUNSHINE
(Walter Hirsch / Erwin R. Schmidt,   1919)


Down in Carolina where the sunbeams play 
Down where all the world seems bright 
Pickaninies romping all the day 
In the cotton fields of white 
How my heart is yearning to be there once more 
Just to hear the darkies song 
Carolina sunshine calls me back to the place where I belong.

Carolina Sun I'm lonesome 
Carolina Sun I'm blue 
When the day is done I'm pining 
For a sight of you 
Makes no difference where I wander 
Any place I chance to roam 
When the golden sun sinks in the West 
Then I think of home.