Sewee, sewee, sewee We traveled far on this road rock From the great plains Through the tall blue grasses of the lone range Cool green Caroline You made My bread and wine I held Your hand in mine Sewee, sewee, sewee
From a rocky stand I watched your bare feet climbing over salty land When the light grew dim I said now it's time for you to come in Cool green Caroline You made My bread and wine I held Your hand in mine Sewee, sewee, sewee Sewee, sewee, sewee