The whispering in the cornfields,
the secrets whom only mean for you and me
and I can see that I love you, Pennsylvania…
The soft rustling of the warm summer wind,
the peaceful sun whom gives the fields a lovely and warm hint.
Your ripened beauty,
your wonderful corns,
I love you Pennsylvania..
At the sunset and her graciousness,
my soul and I: we are kept there in restfulness.
can you bring me to the cornfields?
can you feel my heart’s there forever sealed?
It’s forever sealed with your love…