Morning In Kansas

MORNING IN KANSAS

There's lands beyond the ocean which are gray beneath their years
Where a hundred generations learned to sow and reap and spin
Where sons of Shem 'n Japhet wet the furrow with their tears
And the noontide is departed, and the night is closing in

Long ago the shadows lengthened in the lands across the sea
And the dusk is now enshrouding regions nearer home, alas
There are long deserted homesteads in this country of the free
But it's morning here in Kansas, and the dew is on the grass

It is morning here in Kansas, and the breakfast bell is rung
We are not yet fairly started on the work we mean to do
We have all the day before us, for the morning is but young
And there's hope in every zephyr, and the skies are bright and blue

It is morning here in Kansas, and the dew is on the sod
As the builders of an empire it is ours to do our best
With our hands at work in Kansas, and our faith and trust in God
We shall not be counted idle when the sun sinks in the West

Uncle Walt Mason