It’s Wyoming

Words and Music by

Irma Harris Reed

Published by

Wyoming Music Enterprises

Box 104

Worland, WY 82401

1963

There’s a place I love the best, it is still the old, old West

It’s a land that is beautiful and free.

I can smell the sage and pine, over on the far skyline

It’s W’YOMING, and it’s "Home Sweet Home" to me.

Rollin’ plains, Rollin’ plains,

It’s WYOMING, and it’s "Home Sweet Home" to me

When the twilight shadows fall, then there comes the distant call,

Of a coyote as he steals across the range.

While the night wind whispers near, there are antelope and deer,

Slowly grazing way out there upon the plains.

Rollin; plains, Rollin’ plains;

They are grazing way out there upon the plains.

There the mountains rise so high, to touch a clear blue western sky

And the trout streams tumble from their mighty crest.

There are valleys rich and green, where the cattle can be seen

It’s WYOMING, where the sage hen builds her nest.

Rollin’ plains, Rollin’ plains

It’s WYOMING where the sage hen builds her nest.

And the old sheepherder too, comes a ridin’ in to view,

As he beds his woolly flock upon a hill.

There are hoof prints in the sand, of a roaming mustang band

I love WYOMING and I guess I always will.

Rollin’ plains, Rollin’ plains

I love WYOMING and I guess I always will.