Buffalo Dreams

Just one more child of the prairie
 Whisperin' prairie winds blow through my soul
 Her endless skies amaze me still
 And I expect they always will
 And some envisions out past my control
 Conestoga wagons in their thousands
 A-carried restless hearts across these plains
 Dreams of fertile land or gold
 Fed a hunger uncontrolled
 And bred an endless line of wagon trains
 Jack-knife winds won't ever cease their blowing
 Summer sun's burned down on dwindlin' streams
 Women stand in doorways looking southward
 While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
 I stand starlight struck tonight in Kansas
 Beside a trail still visible today
 Soon these fields of waving weed will
 Rise in the summer rain and heat 'til
 Harvest crews come carry them away
 Jack-knife winds won't ever cease their blowing
 Summer sun burns down on dwindlin' streams
 Women stand in doorways lookin' southward
 While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
 Something in her prairie soil has bound me
 Whispering grasses are my evening song
 Steamboats on the wide Missouri
 Whistle as they barrel through
 Prepared tonight to carry me along
 And the jack-knife winds won't ever cease their blowing
 Summer sun burns down on dwindlin' streams
 Women stand in doorways lookin' southward
 While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
 The old men lie and dream their buffalo dream