There's Lots Of Gold In Texas
By
Lena Carroll
(Originally published in Hobbie$, Etc. circa 1996)
The sun shines down on Texas;
On all the wide bright land,
On many a high rocky mountain
On many a mile of sand.
It beams on fields of Bluebonnets
Standing up brave and tall--
Growing where God did plant them
Where He caused their seed to fall.
On smooth white carpets of Daisies
Or on cactus thorny and wild--
Then on to the bold Indian Blankets,
Or on Buttercups sweet and mild.
The sun shines down from Heaven
Blesses the Lone Star state,
With its rays of golden beauty
Cleanses each heart of all hate.
For how could a man be bitter?
Wicked, scheming, or vile?
When all over our country
The bright sun's gold is piled.
The air is clean and golden
Washed by the Gulf's mild breeze;
And high up in the mountains
Frost paints gold on all the leaves.
The sand is spread beneath us,
Pale golden in the sun--
Telling of the many eons
The course of man has run.
In the gold of Texas
The heart of man is alive--
With room to dream and ponder
And towards his goal to strive.
Lena May Carroll, "There's Lots of Gold in Texas" copyright 1940
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