The sun is brightly shining
And the birds are all in song.
I look fondly across the prairie,
Into her sweet land I was born.

No mountains will amaze,
No ocean sets her apart,
She is just a simple land
With a gentle, beating heart.

Nurtured by the sun and rain,
Swept by the winds of God,
She gives the living rites of Spring
As she has always done.