(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.