My home on the farm is my haven,

A rare beauty to see.

The flowers, the trees, and the birdies

Bring God nearer to me.

My home on the farm is my mansion

Surrounded by trees tall and bold.

With its towering walls my home on the farm

Resembles a palace of old.

My home on the farm is my treasure.

Here the lilacs and hollyhocks grow.

All over the fields and the woodland

The columbines and goldenrod blow.

My home on the farm is my joy.

Here the cool breezes sweep,

And the ancient oaks sway in the wind,

Lulling the birdies to sleep.

My home on the farm is my castle,

The beauty of them all, it seems.

But I must not forget my home on the farm