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 ​​​​​​​