As I walked the old rugged grey ranch dock

You could hear the wine and hum from the windmills

A block down the prairie lands country roads 

The sound of the dairy cows in the pasture 

A flock of geese taking a country flight 

With the livestock ready to hungrily eat

On this bright sparkling and shinning morning 

The old rancher is so gratefully thankful 

Quietly bending his knees in prayer 

He thankfully thanks his father and grandmaster 

And prays to his beloved and pretty wife 

With the sweet scent of the Aster flower beds 

He spreads his hands righteously in the air 

Thanks the creator in the heavens above 

And is grateful to have loved his sweetheart wife ​​​​​​​