Sing Me A Song of the Prairie

Sing me a song of the western plains
Oh, sing me a song of the prairie.
And the song you sing, each day when you start
Must come from within, straight from the heart.
And a feeling for beauty that song must impart
Sing me a song of the prairie.

Sing me a song of the western plains
Oh, sing me a song of the prairie.
Of the sun and the wind and the western sky
And the song of a bird as it hurries on by,
Of the coyote that’s singing its sorrowful cry.
Sing me a song of the prairie.

Sing me a song of the western plains
Oh, sing me a song of the prairie.
Where the sun in the sky is of burnished gold
Where the landscape is stark and austere and cold,
And the song is a tune that will never grow old
Sing me a song of the prairie.

Come sing me a song, let the world hum along
Of a land that is wild and a land that is free
Of a land that will always have beauty to see
Of a land that has beckoned quite often to me
Oh, sing me a song of the prairie.