My garden burns brightly with the rose-bush and the peach,
And the song bird sings above it, also in the flowers by the well,
From the vine covered trellis comes the squirrel's chattering speech,
And the blue jay screams and flutters where the cheery cherries dwell.
The wild Roses has its aromatic fragrance, where the bird’s notes are not strange.
I love the endless sunshine, and the blossom-burdened bough.
Give me the splendid woodlands where the winds of Springtime range --
Give me one day in West Virginia, for it's Spring time in heaven now!
Through the pines the gusts are booming, over the fields blowing good will,
From the furrow of the woodland streams the fragrance of the loam,
And the hawk nests on the Hillside and the crows circling the hills,
And my heart is always in West Virginia amid the sights and sounds of my home sweet home.
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