| Show the good green earth I 1 sometimes sit and ponder oer the stories ive been told of mansions in the heavens and the th 0 shining streets of gold and of the pearly gates they say are way up in the sky where the chosen people enter when their time has come to die and I 1 often think that if the lord will let me have my wa the hills of good old utah are where fd id want to stay I 1 would rather wander in the vales of this green land of mine than walk the gilded boulevard where dazzling jewels shine I 1 do not hanker flanker for the shores along the jasper sea and old price river alley looks mighty good to me for the earth is my sweet mother moth r and anti I 1 love her every scene 1 I would nob not trade for streets of gold her sl scented nt lawns of green 11 and even thi ough the winter days when snow lies the glen my soul would wait in patience till the springtime came again I 1 do no care for heavily harps and all the tinseled things fd id rather listen while the thrush his simple carol sings I 1 would nut feel at ease at all away beyond the sky id feel far more at home I 1 know to stay here when I 1 die |
