There's a hush upon the prairie There's a blue haze on the hills The world is changing color And adding autumn frills. The yellows come where green has been The reds are crowding in Nature's made a checker-board Of brown slopes shading in. From vista unto vista From the skyline to the hills Mother Gea's gaily dressed It's a rythmic song she sings. The sunlight hides in hollows Where purple glories lie The birds rising above us Have a deep exulting cry. Theirs is a cry of 'Home again' And I with mingled tears Of peace and happiness in my heart know I am home this year. |