Overture "Oklahoma" Lyrics

Oklahoma, where the wind comes whippin' down the plains,
Where the wavin' wheat,
Can sure smell sweet,
When the wind comes right behind the rain,

Oklahoma, every night my honeylamb and I,
Sit alone and talk,
And watch a hawk,
Makin' lazy circles in the sky,

And when we say, "yow-Iyippy-o-I-aye",
We're only sayin' "You're doin' fine Oklahoma, Oklahoma, O K L A H O M A,
Oklahoma, OK.