Nauvoo

Oh, Mommy, I love Nauvoo.
Many friends I’ve made anew.
Log homes and brick homes too.
Our corral and horses near.
Oh, mommy, no longer I feel fear.

People greet their friends with joy
And our fruit trees love the soil.
Although we are poor, I feel royal.
Oh Mommy, I don’t mind the toil.
Oh Mommy, this is home.

Oh, Mommy, I love Nauvoo.
Many friends I’ve made anew.
Log homes and brick homes too.
Our corral and horses near.
Oh, mommy, no longer I feel fear.

People greet their friends with joy
And our fruit trees love the soil.
Although we are poor, I feel royal.
Oh Mommy, I don’t mind the toil.
Oh Mommy, this is home.

Mobs destroyed the original temple. 
This temple has been re-constructed
following the patterns of the original temple.