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I was born on this prairie that I call home

The last of my line, bound to be alone

Lost in this world, I just had to roam

And try to find a peace to call my own

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Tomorrow, this gentle land will own me

My spirit flowing through this haze of beauty

And I will find my peace in your loving memory

And the grasses waving in the prairie breeze

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I was lost in the memory of days gone by

Riding in the sun, riding to the sky

You came upon me, a glimmer in your eye

And promised to stay until I died

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Tomorrow, this gentle land will own me

My spirit flowing through this haze of beauty

And I will find my peace in your loving memory

And the grasses waving in the prairie breeze

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There are things between us I need to say

Before tomorrow makes another day

You gotta keep giving when I go away

And don’t blame the prairie where I lay

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Tomorrow, this gentle land will own me

My spirit flowing through this haze of beauty

And I will find my peace in your loving memory

And the grasses waving in the prairie breeze

Music and Lyrics by Paul Wake Baker © 2014