Written by Gus Kahn. Here is Judy Garland singing it in 1955:

Nothing could be finer than to be
in Carolina in the morning
No one could be sweeter than my
sweetie when I meet her in the morning.

Where the morning glories
twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more

Strolling with my girlie where the
dew is pearly early in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss
each buttercup at dawning

If I had Aladdin’s lamp for only a day
I’d make a wish and here’s what I’d say
Nothing could be finer than to be in
Carolina in the morning

Where the morning glories
twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more

Strolling with my girlie where the
dew is pearly early in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss
each buttercup at dawning

If I had Aladdin’s lamp for only a day
I’d make a wish and here’s what I’d say
Nothing could be finer than to be in
Carolina in the morning