Alabama, your beautiful sunlight
Your fields of sorisa, potatoes, and corn.
Alabama, your crimson red clovers
Are mingled around me, oh place I was born.
Alabama, your hills and your valleys
Your creeks sing with laughter,
as onward they flow.
Alabama, so sweet in the springtime
Sweet ferns and white flowers,
In winter, with snow.
Alabama, so sweet to my memory
You shine like a light,
On the beautiful hill.
Alabama, in days of my childhood
I've labored and toiled,
At the old sugar mill
Alabama, when red leaves are falling
I've roamed through your pastures,
With fences of rail
Alabama, when possums are crawling
And hound dogs are whining,
And wagging their tail.
Alabama, your beautiful highways
Are carved through the mountains,
where loved ones do wait.
Alabama, your goldenrod flowers
And the "welcome home" sign,
hanging over the gate.
Alabama, to me you are calling
My footsteps are homing,
no longer to stray.
Alabama, you hold all I long for
You hold all I love,
so I'm coming today.
