Well, it's springtime in the valley
It's the Augusta National
and the Masters of the game
Who'll wear that green coat
Augusta, your dogwoods and pines
You play on my mind like a song
Oh, Augusta, it's you that I love
It's you that I'll miss when I'm gone
Well, it's Watson, Byron Nelson,
and it's A -man's corner,
and it's Hogan's perfect swing.
It's Sarzen's double eagle
and the spirit of Clifford Roberts
You play on my mind like a
Augusta, it's you that I love
Cause it's the legions of Arnie's army,
and the golden bear's throne
And the wooden shafted legend
Augusta, it's you that I love