As the days grew longer

my longing for you grew stronger

the weeping willows

and trees

sway in the wind

making me weak in the knees

when I remember you lay

within the breeze

please! oh please!

my sweet Caroline

the taste of your Macintosh lips

crisp like the morning sun

bright like a new day begun

the smile in your eyes

like a starry night

not in the least bit slight

with care or worry

I had promised to those eyes

I would hurry

and marry you soon

but not before ‘morrow

you were gone

and I did rot with sorrow

so I sought after love

with some redemption

and naught, did I mention

a woman once I had

who tasted of summertime

but it was you, my Caroline

I still love, evermore

and now I shall wait for you in the wind

where you will be, I am sure