It's Wyoming...

Today, while I was driving home from hunting camp, the clear blue day and the beauty of Wyoming overwhelmed me. I couldn't help but think of the song we sang while we were growing up: It's Wyoming by R.S. Hamilton and Marvin Rainwater. It goes like this:




There's a place I love the best
It is still the old, old west.
It's a land that is beautiful and free.

I can smell the sage and pine, over on the far skyline.

It's Wyoming and it's home sweet home to me.

Rolling plains, rolling plains, it's Wyoming and it's home sweet home to me.

When the twilight's shadows fall, there there comes a distant call
of a coyote as he still across the plains.

While the night winds whisper near, there are antelope and deer
slowly grazing way out there upon the range.
Rolling plains, rolling plains, they are grazing way out there upon the range.

There the mountains rise so high, to touch a clear blue western sky
As the trout streams tumble from their mighty crest.














There are valleys rich and green
where the cattle can be seen

It's Wyoming where the sage hen builds her nest. Rolling plains, rolling plains, it's Wyoming where the sage hen builds her nest.



And the old sheepherder too, comes a riding into view, as he beds his woolly flock upon a hill. There are hoof prints in the sand of a roaming mustang band.

I love Wyoming and I guess I always will.

Rolling plains, rolling plains, I love Wyoming and I guess I always will.

I LOVE WYOMING AND I GUESS I ALWAYS WILL!