Oklahoma

Oklahoma
Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain,
And the wavin' wheat will sure smell sweet,
And the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma
Every night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk
And watch the hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land,
And the land we belong to is grand,
And when we say
Oh yippe-yo-I-ay
We’re only saying «You're doin' fine»
Oklahoma, OK
We know we belong to the land,
And the land we belong to is grand,
And when we say
I- yippe-yo-ee-ay
We’re only sayin'
You’re doin' fine
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, OK!
We know we belong to the land,
And the land we belong to is grand,
And when we say
I- yippe-yo-ee-ay
We’re only sayin'
You’re doin' fine
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, OK!