Oscar Hammerstein II - Oklahoma lyrics

Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain And the waving 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 Making lazy circles in the sky We know we belong to the land and the land we belong to is grand And when we say ah yippee yo ah yea We're only saying you're doin' fine Oklahoma Oklahoma, O K L A H O M A, Oklahoma, yow