Idaho, My Idaho

(To the tune of Oh Christmas Tree)

A lovely mountain home is ours, Idaho, O Idaho.

Of Wingers mild and springtime showers, Idaho, O Idaho.

Her breezes blow, from western shore

Where broad Pacific billows roar

Each year we love her more and more, Idaho, O Idaho.

Her mountains grand and crowned with snow, Idaho, O Idaho.

And valleys fertile spread below, Idaho, O Idaho.

The towering pines on cliffs so steep

O’er cataracts their vigils keep

Or in the lakes are mirrored deep, Idaho, O Idaho.

A Thousand hills where herds may range, Idaho, O Idaho.

And lava beds so weird and strange, Idaho, O Idaho.

Above our heads are cloudless skies,

In gorgeous hues the sunset dies,

Then stary diamonds greet our eyes, Idaho, O Idaho.

Such is our wond’rous mountain home, Idaho, O Idaho.

And far away we ne’er would roam, Idaho, O Idaho.

Oh, Land of liberty we tell

Beneath a starry flag we dwell

Our star is ours, we love it well, Idaho, O Idaho.