Down In Virginia

The day dawns early and lasts so long,
Down in Virginia,
The fertile fields resound with happy song,
Down in Virginia.
Rich lands like these we long have sought,
And mourned because we found them not.
But now our dream is o'er all else forgot
In fertile Old Virginia.

The crops are nowhere on earth so sure
As in Virginia.
The water from her gushing springs so pure
Down in Virginia.
The peanuts nowhere grow so sweet,
And nowhere can early vegetables be beat,
The summer and spring so closely meet,
Down in Virginia.

Nowhere on earth is woman's smile so sweet
As in Virginia,
So bright to fair so hard to beat,
As in Virginia.
The mountain breezes give her cheeks a hue,
Her natural ways add grace to hearts so true,
And often think as a bachelor I'll sue
For a wife down in Virginia.

From a postcard of Roanoke postmarked May 1937-- the poem is printed over a picture of the Jefferson and Walnut Avenue bridges. I could not find any mention of the (not so good) poem on Google.