1. Our mountain home so dear,
Where crystal waters clear
Flow ever free,
Flow ever free;
While through the valleys wide
The flowers on every side,
Blooming in stately pride,
Are fair to see.
2. We’ll roam the verdant hills,
And by the sparkling rills
Pluck the wild flowers,
Pluck the wild flowers;
The fragrance on the air,
The landscape bright and fair,
And sunshine everywhere
Make pleasant hours.
3. In sylvan depth and shade,
In forest and in glade,
Where’er we pass,
Where’er we pass,
The hand of God we see,
In leaf and bud and tree,
Or bird or humming bee,
Or blade of grass.
4. The streamlet, flower, and sod
Bespeak the works of God;
And all combine,
And all combine,
With most transporting grace,
His handiwork to trace,
Through nature’s smiling face,
In art divine.