Listen to the breeze
Sing its song through the trees
On a summer night when the windows are open.
The song is light and airy
Like puffy clouds above the prairie.
Listen carefully for words will not be spoken.

You can hear the prairie's song
As the wind blows all night long
Telling of its beauty and its might.
For the prairie it seems
Only knows the extremes
Whether clothed in summer green or winter white.

Shaped by wind and water
The prairie is nature's lovely daughter
With flat land, rolling hills, and open skies
During the day sit and try it
At a secluded place that's quiet
Because the song is music for the eyes.

It sings of long ago
Of tall grass and buffalo
And the Indians who lived upon the Plain.
Of pioneers in their soddies
Who joined the land with their bodies.
It's a song of pleasure and of pain.

Then on a summer's night,
Listen to the coming storm's might
While in the distance the wind howls across the Plain.
The lightning flashes in your eyes
As the thunder roars across the skies
But in minutes the storm becomes a gentle rain.

And when the day is done
As I watch the setting sun
In its brilliant orange and fiery red,
Looking across the land
The horizon's view is grand
And there is no place I'd rather be instead.

I love this prairie life
For my children and my wife
And I'm grateful for things that I can't buy.
For this, the place of my birth,
Is the greatest show on earth.
It's the place where I will be when I die.