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!