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 trees 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 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.