… Sometimes I look, wonder at the sights I see!
Green leaves waving gently, Robin nestling in a tree;
And the sun shining brightly, as far as I can see…
… Purple mountains in distance, so majestic and tall!
Sometimes they beckon me, I can almost hear them call.
Clear little streams, swiftly rushing down-
To flow into a river, near a quiet town…
… When evening shadows deepen and the sun is settling low,
The clouds of many colored hues all trimmed as farmers sow!
I hear the call of WHIPPOORWILL, as the night shadows softly fall;
And my heart is filled with gladness, with beauty of it all!! …