Overture

Overture Lyrics

Overture Song Lyrics

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Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin down the plains,
Where the wavin' wheat,
Can sure smell sweet,
When the wind comes right behind the rain,

Oklahoma, every night my honeylamb and I,
Sit alone and talk,
And watch a hawk,
Makin' lazy circles in the sky,

We know we belong to the land
and the land we belong to is grand

And when we say, hey! a yippy-i-o-ey
We're only sayin' You're doin' fine Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A,
Oklahoma.

[Thanks to Kristopher Larson for lyrics]

[Thanks to jodie for corrections]