The Hills of Osceola

THE HILLS OF OSCEOLA written in 1939 by Edmund Wilkes Jr. 

The hills of Osceola are calling me today, Come back along the Scouting Trail, their voices seem to say. I dream of woodland valleys, and pathways that I know, And answer, O-sce-o-la dear, I'm coming back to you. 

The hills of Osceola lift up their branches high, The leafy curtain that they spread is green against the sky. And when the shades of evening have chased away the light, The stars above come shining through, God's watchman of the night.

The friends of Osceola have walked the trails with me, And 'round the campfire we have met in joyous company. O' friends of rain and sunshine, so loyal and so true. Thank God for hills and trees and stars – for Country, Home and You! 

TELL ME WHY 

Tell me why the starlit sky, Tell me why the oak trees high, Tell me why the sunset hue, Tell me, Osceola why we all love you. 

Because God made the starlit sky, Because God made the oak trees high, Because God made the sunset hue, That's why, Osceola, why we all love you.