Lost in the wheat fields
If You Are Not From The Prairie
by David Bouchard and Henry Ripplinger
If your’re not from the prairie, you can’t know my soul,
You don’t know our blizzards, you’ve not fought our cold.
You can’t know my mind, nor ever my heart,
Unless deep within you, there’s somehow a part….
A part of these things that I’ve said that I know,
The wind, sky and earth, the storms and the snow.
Best say you have~and then we’ll be one,
For we will have shared that same blazing sun.