Arlette - Songs of the Prairie lyrics

Riding down an older trail The golden wheat heads wave and wail A horse's trot through the high prairie hay The mosquitoes whine to the rhythm and sway We lay our heads on the warm prairie earth The crickets sing us a chirping verse When we wake we spy a hawk in the sky Swoops on by with a woosh and a cry The plains are alive As the swallows dip and dive The sparrows shuck and jive Around the bees in the hive The strains of the plains Make the ponies want to roam They call our names and they bring us on home Riding down an older trail The golden wheat heads wave and wail