In the prairie's golden hue, a song is born to rise,
Carried by the gentle forest wind, beneath the endless skies.
With a mountain heart that's beating loud, I wander far and free,
Where garden dreams like wildflowers bloom, unfolding destiny.
The river dance flows swiftly by, a melody so pure,
Each ripple tells a tale of time, each secret we endure.
In sacred soil, our roots entwine, beneath the starlit dome,
For every step we take tonight, we find ourselves at home.
The ancient soul, it calls us near, in whispers soft and true,
It guides us through the shadowed paths, the light will break anew.
With every breath, we feel the spark, of ages yet to unfold,
As stories weave like tapestry, our lives are stitched in gold.
So let the prairie's song resound, with echoes through the trees,
For in the forest, mountain, and the dance, we find our heart's release.
With hands held high, we'll sing the truths that shape our journey's course,
Together, side by side we'll tread, forever bound by source.
As twilight deepens, shadows grow, we gather round the fire,
With every laugh and every note, we build our great desire.
For in the sacred soil of life, where dreams and love entwine,
We'll carry forth this song we sing, for in our hearts, it shines.
Folk
Prairie song, Forest wind, Mountain heart, Garden dreams, River dance, Sacred soil, Ancient soul
Folk
Prairie song, Forest wind, Mountain heart, Garden dreams, River dance, Sacred soil, Ancient soul