Thank you.
This country means a whole darn world to me
Whispering pines and the golden grain
Keep a-whispering, keep growing high
Whispering pines and the golden grain
Keep a-whispering, keep growing high
Casting shadows near the sunny sky
At the breaking of day I will go on my way
And ride to the mountains there beyond
While from there I will see
What this dear land means to me
And thank God for the way
The work he has done
Whispering pines and the golden grain
The cattle are cheering their curds
Whispering pines and the golden grain
Young foals bound forth from the stern
Whispering pines and the golden grain
Whispering pines and the golden grain
Aspiring in the summer breeze
Whispering pines and the golden grain
Keep on a-whispering to me
At the breaking of day
I will go on my way
And ride to the mountains there beyond
While from there I will see
What this dear land means to me
And thank God for the work he has done
And thank God for the work he has done
Whispering pines and the golden grain