By the skies in fields of corn,

A farmland lights the way,

The path ahead presented,

Like the skies of white and blue,

For singing are the corn stalks,

As they rustle in the breeze,

Presenting what is hidden,

And igniting what is true,

Light the way and clear the path,

The daylight's call is clear,

A journey does not end at once,

Return now to the way,

Shine brightly as the daylight grows,

And Lancaster will hear,

Like stars and shining crystal,

Will illuminate the day.