Prairie Wind (3:16) – mid-tempo with a touch of Americana, guitars, dobro, fiddle, mandolin, and sorrowful vocals. The story of a young woman’s journey west and her lonely life on the plains of the late 1800s.
Lyrics
Prairie Wind
Words & Music by Joy Zimmerman
Lonesome land, empty sky
Journey west, child bride
Prairie wind whispers in my ear
I will be your comfort here
Oh, I will be your comfort here
Weathered Bible, 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
Prairie wind calls my name
Sorrow howling across the plains
Dust from ancient days spinning ‘round
Tossed and buried on this barren ground
In silence we till rocky soil
Uphill climb, endless toil
Hymns of praise I try to raise
Someday these stones will mark our graves
Someday these stones will mark our graves
Prairie wind calls my name
Sorrow howling across the plains
Dust from ancient days spinning ‘round
Tossed and buried on this barren ground
I tell my secrets to the wind, she disappears always to return
Prairie wind calls my name
Sorrow howling across the plains
Dust from ancient days spinning ‘round
Tossed and buried on this barren ground
She knows no bounds
Lonesome land, empty sky
Journey west, child bride
Prairie wind whispers in my ear
I will be your comfort here
Oh, I will be your comfort here