There's a cradle in Caroline
A bough in a tree, a bowing to me
There's a cradle that I call mine
A carpet of green, you know what I mean
And while stretchin' out upon the lawn the heavens kissed
Why even in my sleep I dream (?) of what I've missed
There's a blanket of stars that shine
They beckon a guest(?), a sheltering nest
There's a cradle in Caroline
Calling me back, calling me back to rest
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