Take me where the air is clean;
Flowers bloom, and grass is green.
Where dirt paths are the ones folks trod,
And beetles scamper in the sod;
Where meadowlarks croon in the trees,
And autumn leaves dance in the breeze;
Where buttercups are wet with dew,
And evenings cast a purple hue;
Where grasses raise their dainty head,
And neighbors share their daily bread;
Where children laugh and kick tin cans,
And mothers cook in iron pans;
Where street lamps are the newest thing,
And from the rafters, songbirds sing;
Where steeples climb into the blue,
And church bells call the faithful few;
Where snowflakes kiss the rolling hills,
And pies cool on the windowsills;
Where all the youth take time to read,
And folk are good in word and deed;
Where families go for Sunday drives,
And farmers cut the wheat with scythes;
Where neighbors gather to linger and talk,
And no one needs to heed the clock;
Where visitors make friendly calls,
And playrooms are the attic halls;
Where gentlemen still smoke cigars,
And dreamers sit beneath the stars;
Where couples row boats round the lake,
And words are never spoke in hate;
Where raindrops are a welcome sight,
And children are tucked in at night;
Where patchwork quilts adorn each bed,
And firelight warms each nodding head.
Oh, take me where I will be free,
Of city slums and misery!
Take me where there is no crime,
There is no sorrow, and no grime.
Where life is simple, pleasant, sweet;
Time knows no bounds, and Peace I meet.