A Prayer for the Prairie
Just a song to honor the lost world of the great plains, the massive herds of buffalo, and of course, the Native Americans that lived there for centuries. And some who still do.
The violin, piano, and harmony were done by folks I connected with on AirGigs: musicians around the world that you can hire to create magic together. Here they are with links to their AirGigs pages:
Piano: Diego Zapatero
Violin: Rosemary Clawton
Harmony: Deven Renee
You can’t visit the home
Where the buffalo roam
Cause they’ve long since gone missing
There where you stand
it was Indian land
While you’re there, say a prayer for the prairie,
Won’t you please say a prayer for the prairie.
Lives that once were
They are now just a blur
The majesty is all fenced away
Turning your back on a desolate shack,
Won’t you please say a prayer for the prairie,
Please say a prayer for the prairie.
I once thought I heard
The sound of the herd
Just a semi down on the highway
Staring out towards the end
you can only pretend
While you’re there, say a prayer for the prairie,
Won’t you please say a prayer for the prairie.
You can still think you see
Where the grasslands were free
And the emptiness sang like a song
If the wind from the west brings rain we’ll be blessed
While you’re there, say a prayer for the prairie,
Won’t you please say a prayer for the prairie.