World

T'is a big old world,
We have for our own.
With formations of land,
And mountains of stone.

Water in the oceans,
That laps on the shore.
Seas...lakes...and rivers,
And even some more.

Gorges and lowlands,
And deserts of sand.
Far strips of cactus,
And plains that are grand.

Dry-farms all golden,
With patches of grain.
Lush grazing for cattle,
And upland terrain.

O the world is a wonder,
And its beauty is free.
And among all its people,
There's a place for me.

E.P. 1908 - 1989