"I am thinking tonight of
,
Of the home of
,
Where I roamed through the woods and the meadows
By the
that plays;
Where the roses are in bloom
And the sweet magnolia too,
Where the
is white
And the fields are
blue,
There a welcome awaits all
Who have wandered afar from home.
CHORUS
Arkansas, Arkansas,
,
'Tis the place I call "home, sweet home";
Arkansas, Arkansas, I salute thee,
From thy shelter no more I'll roam.
'Tis a land full of joy and of sunshine,
Rich in pearls and in
rare,
Full of hope, faith, and
,
Who may pass 'neath her portals fair;
There the rice fields are full,
And the cotton, corn and hay,
There the
Bloom in the winter months and May,
'Tis the land that I love, first of all, dear,
And to her let us all give cheer."