| lyric | Oklahome, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes behind the rain.
Oklahoma Ev’ry night my honey lamb and I
sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
makin’ lazy circles in the sky.
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say, Ayipioeeay!
We’re only sayin’ You’re doin’ fine Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O. K.! |