Oh Wisconsin, land of beauty,
with your hillsides and your plains,
with your jackpine and your birch tree,
and your oak of mighty frame.
Land of rivers, lakes and valleys,
land of warmth and winter snows,
land of birds and beasts and humanity,
oh Wisconsin, I love you so.
Oh Wisconsin, land of my dreams.
Oh Wisconsin, you're all I'll ever need.
A little heaven here on earth could you be?
Oh Wisconsin, land of my dreams.
In the summer, golden grain fields;
in the winter, drift of white snow;
in the springtime, robins singing;
in the autumn, flaming colors show.
Oh I wonder who could wander,
or who could want to drift for long,
away from all your beauty, all your sunshine,
all your sweet song?
Oh Wisconsin, land of my dreams.
Oh Wisconsin, you're all I'll ever need.
A little heaven here on earth could you be?
Oh Wisconsin, land of my dreams.
And when it's time, let my spirit run free
in Wisconsin, land of my dreams.
