Wyoming, You’re a Grand Old State
(Air: There’s a Long, Long, Trail)
By Addie E. Holmberg, circa 1925
Days and nights I’ve been a’roaming,
Weeks and months drag through;
When I’m far from my Wyoming,
All the world looks blue!
All my heart is full o’ yearning, ---
Fears, and dread o’ fate,---
All my hopes are in Wyoming, dear,
Here’s my hand, she’s a grand old state!
You’re a grand, old state, Wyoming
Ohm you’re a reel o’ pictures, rare,---
Rare as priceless pearls, in most states,
Though they’re bountiful, here, as air!
You’re a fine background, Wyoming, mine,
For high, heroic actions, true,
Here’s my heart, and hand, Wyoming, dear,
With a long, strong cheer for you!
So, I’ll hit the trail, a homing.
To where my heart-strings pull
It’s there, in glorious Wyoming,
That hearts and hearths, are full!
All the world I’ll give Wyoming,
To share your crown, and fate,---
All your friends are mine, Wyoming, dear,
You’re my land, my grand old state!
You’re a grand old state, Wyoming,
Full o’scenes and wonders, fair,
Fair and free, as birds in May-time, ---
Hands that help, and hearts that dare!
You’re a grand background, Wyoming, mine,
For high, heroic living, true,
Here’s my heart, and hand, Wyoming, dear,
With a long, strong cheer for you!
