A Flint Hills Story

(lyric by rednblue07)

Prairie wind, will you tell me a story?
Paint me a picture with words no one knows
They don't teach this language so please speak slowly
And blow, prairie wind, gently blow

Prairie wind, have you been here a long time?
What was this place like, I want to know
Before lonesome highways and overhead powerlines
Blow, prairie wind, gently blow

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I see cattle grazing on hilltops, so tell me
Where is the roaming buffalo?
I see fences stretching for miles, so tell me
Where did the wild things go?
It's still so beautiful here, what was it like long ago?
Tell me a Flint Hills story, gently blow

Praire wind, has time treated here well?
Is the water in the gully still pure as it flows?
Do the birds sing as sweetly, does the grass grow as tall?
Do you know? Prairie wind, gently blow

Prairie wind, do people stop and listen?
Or do they just look as they all come and go?
I want to hear everything that they're all missing
So blow, prairie wind, gently blow

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Prairie wind, do the clouds taste the same?
Can Mother Earth purify industrial smoke?
Can she help us to clean up the mess that we've made
If so, prairie wind, gently blow

Prairie wind, can you tell me the future?
How long til this moment is a story of old?
Nothing is forever, so help me remember
And blow, prairie wind, gently blow

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