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Tom Paxton

Buffalo Dreams

 

Buffalo Dreams

(album: Redemption Road - 2015)


Just one more child of the prairie
Whispering prairie winds blow through my soul
Her endless skies amaze me still
And I expect they always will
And some envisions out past my control
Conestoga wagons in their thousands
A-carried restless hearts across these plains
Dreams of fertile land or gold
Fed a hunger uncontrolled
And bred an endless line of wagon trains
Jack-knife winds won't ever cease their blowing
Summer sun's burned down on dwindling streams
Women stand in doorways looking southward
While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
I stand starlight struck tonight in Kansas
Beside a trail still visible today
Soon these fields of waving weed will
Rise in the summer rain and heat 'til
Harvest crews come carry them away
Jack-knife winds won't ever cease their blowing
Summer sun burns down on dwindling streams
Women stand in doorways looking southward
While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
Something in her prairie soil has bound me
Whispering grasses are my evening song
Steamboats on the wide Missouri
Whistle as they barrel through
Prepared tonight to carry me along
And the jack-knife winds won't ever cease their blowing
Summer sun burns down on dwindling streams
Women stand in doorways looking southward
While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
The old men lie and dream their buffalo dream

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