Iowa, beautiful land,Cared for by the farmer's hand.Across your blue and frozen morn,I've walked your fields of broken corn,Whose knees and elbows all in rowsHide sleeping rabbits there.Within your soul that's rich and deep,Pioneers and red men sleep.Your body's full and blooms with life,Your stars are choirs that fill the night.Iowa, beautiful land,Iowa, beautiful land.Your eyes are clear, they do not lie,Your mood is spread across the sky.Your passion is the heat and wind,Within your heart great storms begin.Your rivers held me in their arms,A child who dreamed her dreams,And carried me to where snakes and fishes go,Taught me things only rivers know.Iowa, beautiful land,Iowa, beautiful land.Iowa, beautiful land,Iowa, beautiful land.