I live in a house
High upon a hill
Where Lake Ann’s waters meet
The Ozark Mountain ridge

Where sunshine smiles and
Glistens in woodland tree tops
And kisses of morning dew
Sparkle like a thousand diamonds

Where green ribbons of Red Clover
Follow along my road
Hiding small wee patches
Of lucky four-leaf clovers
Ready for the find

Where Arkansas butterflies flutter
From one pink blossom to another
Gracing the Irish Rose of Sharon
With never ending promises