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
When the day is done
For a sight of you
Makes no diff’rence where I wander
Any place I chance to roam
When the golden sun sinks in the West
Then I think of home
Hirsch, Walter and Schmidt, Erwin R., "Carolina Sunshine" (1919). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1343.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.