who was born in Spillville,
Iowa... or reborn in Spillville. I forget. One or the other.

Morning light, cool and bright. Wobegon reveals.
Early frost all across farm and woods and fields.
Coffee done. I'll have some.
Step outside alone.
Look around. Set me down.
On this slab of stone.
By the barn, cattle turn.
Murmmer in the pen.
Strong and pure, cow manure.
I know where I am.
I know where I am.
I am home again.
Precious Lord, by your word, simple gifts are blessed.
Creatures all, great and small, heavenly love express.
Love and faithfulness.
Let the promise of salvation come by daily observation.

In this farmyard, Lord be with us.

My old dog takes his walk,
Sniffing every tree.
Every smell seems to tell
His biography.
Chickens dash 'cross the grass.

Cats patrol the yard.
Seven geese marching east, form an honor guard.

Then a small trumpet call,
Ringing to the skies.
Three loud barks,
"ARF, ARF, ARF!"
Wake up and arise!
Be in paradise.
Be in paradise.

Writer(s): garrison keillor<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com