Joy Zimmerman

Lyrics

A lonesome land, an empty sky
A journey west, a child bride
The prairie wind whispers in my ear
I will be your comfort here
Oh, I will be your comfort here


A Bible and a threadbare dress
A husband’s hand no tenderness
Oceans of grass bend and sway
This is where I will remain
Oh this is where I will remain


The prairie wind, she calls my name
Howling sorrow across the plains
Dust from ancient days is spinning ‘round
Tossed and buried on this barren ground

In silence we till this rocky soil
The uphill climb of endless toil
Hymns of praise I try to raise
Some day these stones will mark our graves
Some day these stones will mark our graves


The prairie wind, she calls my name
Howling sorrow across the plains
Dust from ancient days is spinning ‘round
Tossed and buried on this barren ground

I tell my secrets to the wind, she disappears always to return

The prairie wind, she calls my name
Howling sorrow across the plains
Dust from ancient days is spinning ‘round
Tossed and buried on this barren ground
She knows no bounds

A lonesome land, an empty sky
A journey west, a child bride
The prairie wind whispers in my ear
I will be your comfort here
Oh, I will be your comfort here