1 Down in the lovely valleys, and o'er the prairies grand,
Where birds are singing sweetly in this, our favored land;
Where there is peace and plenty, a land of sun and song.
'Tis here you'll find in beauty, our lovely Texas home.

Chorus:
Oh, land of grace and grandeur,
A young America,
To thee we'll sing a carol and praise thy brave and free;
Oh, land of corn and cotton,
Oh, land of sun and song,
I've found within thy borders, my lovely Texas home.

2 The balmy ocean breezes are blowing fresh and free,
The air is full of perfume and sweetest melody;
There's all to make you happy, and else to make you strong,
Down in this land of beauty, you'll find our Texas home. [Chorus]

3 Yes, in the "Lone Star," Texas, which leads the Dixie states,
In wealth to make you happy, and all to make you great;
Tho' we may have misfortunes, (to others oft they come,)
Yet we will dwell contented in this, our Texas home. [Chorus]