When morning comes midst Summer’s golden glow

Green fields glisten like diamonds on blankets of dew

And mother-nature causes every kind of crop to grow

To dress with beauty every hill and glade

Displaying colours rare that God had made

Such beauty to behold beneath the skies of blue

To smell the fragrance or simply just admire the view

The worker busy on his way from break of dawn

The cattle grazing on the grassy lawn

The singing birds have long from slumber raised

Their notes ring out, let God be praised

The beauty of their music so pleasant to the ear

Reminding man that God is very near

That all creation from his outstretched hand

Is such a precious gift bestowed upon, our land