| Oklahoma,
Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain, And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet When the wind comes right behind the rain. Oklahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Makin' lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say--Yeeow! A-yip-i-o-ee ay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma--O.K. Written by Oscar Hammerstein II
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This is probably the best State Song for Cub Scouts to sing. It's also a tribute to good cyber friend Kevin Pate of Norman OK, long time Cub Scout leader. |