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The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs With blackest moss the flower pots Were thickly crusted one and all The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable wall The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs The broken sheds look sad and strange Unlifted with the clinking latch Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs She only said, my life is dreary He cometh not, she said She said I am aweary, aweary I would that I were dead Da da da da da Da da da da da He clasps the crag with crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands Ring'd with the azure gold, he stands The wrinkled sea beneath him falls He watches from his mountain walls And like a thunderbolt, he falls..... Falls.... Da da da da da The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs The prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs Oh the prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs Oh the prarie songs The prarie songs The prarie so-o-ongs Prarie songs.... Come to me Prarie songs.... I can hardly breathe your Songs |