York Co Song Lyrics

York County is the place

Where some of the human race

Still live peacefully

A land of sweat and toil

For those who till the soil

But to much ease

Has spoiled a boy like me

York County is to me

A land of scenery

Surrounded by nature's display

Where stalks of corn and trees

Sway softly in the breeze

And squirrels run where they please

Unharmed by me

Instrumental

York County seems to me

The place where birds live free

And that's the way it should be

For at the break of dawn

A graceful doe and fawn

May be in your lawn

Out nibbling for all to see

York County is the name

Though it has no great fame

It's always been home to me

I love it's streams and rills

It's woods and tempered hills

My heart with rapture thrills

To thee

Instrumental

York county has the thing

That to my heart doth bring

A joy of endless divine

The place where rippling streams

Flow freely and it seems

Deep in my heart

It beams soothingly