Oklahoma

Oklahoma - The Little Singers

Oklahoma where the wind comes

Sweepin' down the plain

And the wavin' wheat

Can sure smell sweet

When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma every night my honey lamb and I

Sit alone and talk and watch a 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

Yeeow Ayipioeeay

We're only saying

You're doin' fine Oklahoma

Oklahoma OK

Oklahoma where the wind comes

Sweepin' down the plain

And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet

When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma every night my honey lamb and I

Sit alone and talk and watch a 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

Yeeow Ayipioeeay

We're only saying

You're doin' fine Oklahoma

Oklahoma OK