Where the cattle graze as the sun goes down.
(Oh, sun on the prairie sea!)
And this is the song that the West wind sings;
(Oh, call of the wind, have done!)
That the worth of life is the joy it brings.
(Oh, joy that is never won!)
That the stainless sky and the virgin sod
Hold richer wealth, of the peace of God,
Than the streets where the weary toilers plod.
(Oh, streets that the heart would shun!)