1973
Thank God for the country
With bird and beast,
Blue streams running
With trout for a feast.
Still waters do run deep
And also this here country.
Its’ beauty is refreshing,
Its’ waters are still free.
Skies remain painted blue,
Dotted white with clouds.
Trees wave shades of green.
Grasses, tiny golden crowds.
Cattle are grazing quiet.
Horses are hobbled nearby.
Take time to notice God,
His garden, His open sky.
Flowers of this country
Are also so very sweet,
And with you in it my
Darlin’, it’s so complete.