Caroline laughs, and it’s raining all day
Loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight

She turns herself ’round
And she smiles and she says
“This is it, that’s the end of the joke”
And loses herself in her
Dreaming and sleep, and her
Lovers walk through in their coats

Pretty in Snaro, isn’t she?
Pretty in Snaro, isn’t she?

All of her lovers all
Talk of her notes and the
Flowers that they never sent
And wasn’t she easy, and
Isn’t she pretty in Snaro?

The one who insists he was the
First in the line is the
Last to remember her name
He’s walking around in this
Dress that she wore
She is gone, but the
Joke’s the same

Pretty in Snaro, isn’t she?
Pretty in Snaro, isn’t she?

Caroline… Full lyrics on Google Play Music