Blue Praire - Sons Of The Pioneers

Blue prairie,

Blue are the skies.

Blue are the sighs,

Of a night wind, callin'.

Blue prairie,

Blue are the hills.

Blue are the trills,

Of a nightbird, callin'.

Chorus:

Every beatin' heart

Beats a rhythm that is blue.

And the moon has cast

A blue reflection on the moon.

So the wind while on it’s way,

Seems to cry and sigh and say

Blue, ooh, ooh.

Blue prairie, blue echoes ring

Blue as I sing of a longing

Blue as you.

Chorus:

Every beatin' heart

Beats a rhythm that is blue

And the moon has cast

A blue reflection on the moon.

So the wind while on it’s way,

Seems to cry and sigh and say

Blue, ooh, ooh.

Blue prairie, blue echoes ring

Blue as I sing of a longing

Blue as you…