Up from the wayside damp and cold
Cut of the early Kansas mold
Blossomed the sunflowers, green and gold,
Eastward turning at dawn’s first light
Hourly drinking the sunbeams bright
Westward waving a fond goodnight.
Kissed by the sunshine and the dew
Under the Kansas skies of blue
Like unto sunflowers, the children grew.
Bright eyes greeting the sun’s first ray
Small hands eager for work or play
Young hearts singing the livelong day.
Kansas sunflowers happy and free
Men and women that grew to be
Builders of Kansas destiny.