Now who would think it possible,
That a little girl like me,
Could cross these lands in little time,
And through the barren sea.
Iíve seen the mountains, and the lakes,
All beautiful in splendor,
Our world is glorious, antique,
And leads the strongest to surrender.
From the canyons, to the hillside,
To the forest, deep and dark
Its brilliance, indeed, speaks out to me
And whispers a kind remark.
Alas, the world is full of beauty,
Though miles remain unknown,
But there is nothing just as comforting,
As the warm confines of home.