My heart is where the hills fling up Green garlands to the day; 'T'is where the blue lake brims her cup, The sparkling rivers play. My heart is on the mountains still Where'er my steps may be; Vermont, O maiden of the hills, My heart is there with thee! Oh, you may find a prouder dame, With jewel at the ear And richer robe and louder fame, But never face so dear! No queen has had for followers A bolder train of men; And when again the need is hers They shall be hers again! My heart is where the hills fling up Green garlands to the day; 'T is where the blue lake brims her cup, The sparkling rivers play. My heart is on the mountains still; My steps return to thee, Green-hooded maiden of the hills, Lady of Liberty! |