Oklahoma

1943 Music by Richard Rodgers Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein
(from the musical “Oklahoma’)

Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping 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
…
“You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
L – A – H – O – M – A
OKLAHOMA!”