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