Carolinah, do your lips still taste like strawberry wine,
Summer air, and chamomile?
When you pass by, do the stars still stop and look in your eyes?
I know just how they must feel.
In the morning, do you still rise like a flower, child,
And shake the nighttime from your hair?
In the twilight hours, do you get up and take a morning shower?
I’d give anything to be there.
Carolinah, let’s get higher.
Hold my hand and understand:
Whatever I love I call my home.
Carolinah
Close your eyes and remember the starlit sky.
Did your boyfriend leave you alone?
And in the morning, do you still rise like a flower, child,
And shake the nighttime from your long, dark hair?
Would it be all right to call on you some summer night?
Just say the word, and i’ll be there.
Hold my hand.
Whatever I love I call my home.
I’m a man and you’re my summer daydream girl.
Carolinah, let’s get higher.
Hold my hand.
Whatever I love I call my home.
Carolinah, let’s get higher now.
Carolinah, Carolinah, Carolinah