Show FAIR UINTAH VALLEY VALLBY By Bert Fisher If I were a poet or artist great Could sketch and write sometimes sometimes sometimes some some- times My life would be a jolly rhyme Id I'd feast continually on natures nature's s beauty grand And sail serenely ore her beau- beau ious land land- Id I'd revel in the melody Of the bird songs in the spring My heart would fill with gladness To hear the woodlands ring Id I'd be dancing with the sunbeams sunbeams sunbeams sun sun- beams Singing with the rills Gazing at the splendors Of the meadows and the hills hills- Id I'd feast upon the blossoms Of the fragrant month of May Id I'd love to hold them in my arms Every single blessed day Id I'd revel in the splendor of lofty Mountain peaks in the golden West To reach the highest noblest ideals Id I'd strive to do my best Id I'd sail ail oer o'er fair Uintah vale valey Y With its rich and vast domain I Far in the distance Id I'd see the I smoke Of its first heavily laden train train- Id I'd see its scores of new and thrifty houses Scattered far and near Filled with merry laughing children children children child child- ren renAnd renAnd And all that life holds dear dear- Id I'd see the many church spires spire And schools that dot the land Id I'd hear songs of contentment And hymns of praises grand grand- Id I'd see its tide pf of Immigration As it steadily inward flowed flawed fl wed And all its marvelous possibilities ties Blossom as therose the 0 |