Arkansas

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.

Refrain
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.