Arkansas lyrics

I am thinking tonight of the Southland,

Of the home of my childhood days,

Where I roamed through the woods and the meadows

By the mill and the brook that plays;

Where the roses are in bloom

And the sweet magnolia too,

Where the jasmine is white

And the fields are violet blue,

There a welcome awaits all her children

Who have wandered afar from home.

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Arkansas, Arkansas, tis a name dear,

'Tis the place I call "home, sweet home";

Arkansas, Arkansas, I salute thee,

From thy shelter no more I'll roam.

'Tis a land full of joy and of sunshine,

Rich in pearls and in diamonds rare,

Full of hope, faith, and love for the stranger,

Who may pass 'neath her portals fair;

There the rice fields are full,

And the cotton, corn and hay,

There the fruits of the field

Bloom in the winter months and May,

'Tis the land that I love, first of all, dear,

And to her let us all give cheer.

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