Clouds of Iowa
Keep on passing me by
Names and places
I could never remember
Oh the magnificent June
The ponds and the city blending in tune
Oh the collected blues
On the back of every mockingbird
Clouds of Iowa
Keep on leading me higher
To the places where
History is buried deeper
Oh the magnificent tune
Sung by every sacred choir
Oh the blessed clue
Left for me beneath the oak tree
Du-dum
Du-dum
Keep on golden one
Without your mother and father
Watching by your side
You can venture farther
Oh the magnificent blues
Sung by every living being
Oh the blessed hue
Deep beneath this earthly ceiling