I love my state, my beautiful state
The state where I was born
No wonder I'm proud of it,
It has the soil, my feet first set foot on.
I was born in those beautiful hills.
On those hills I use to play
There we could roam until time to come home
And discover something new each day.
We discovered trails rocks and rills,
The old rail fence at the top of the hill.
There we felt the soft summer breeze
Listened to the birds singing in the trees
I loved those hills, those beautiful hills.
The hills I use to play on
There you could find place of mind,
Friends were true loyal and kind
We often played in the meadow fair,
We could pick wild flowers and berries there
It was by the meadow the river run
There we could fish swim and have fun.
Or we could have fun, just sitting there
Watching the river slowly run
We knew when we come back tomorrow
There would be more where that come from.