Prairie Lullaby

Last night I had a dream of the prairie
There was a storm about to blow it's stack
And the wind was blowin' the wheat face down
And the sun turned the gray clouds black

It was another July apocalypse
Looked out the back window, seen my little 'sis
With her hands to the sky, waitin' on it to burst
So the very first drop to fall would be hers

Just seven years old, what a sight to see -
With her mama's t-shirt to her knees
She wasn't scared at all of the wild wind's fangs
I dreamed she turned to me and sang…

Oh let these clouds come and wreck the air
Hush-a-by all your worries and cares
For every storm that this way comes
There's the beauty of the moment when the blowin's done

Over mountains high and valleys deep
In a restless California sleep
My sister came to me and lit my way
Back to the danger and the love of a July day

Now if you come from where the weather's the worst
You believe in death, you believe in re-birth
I'd lost my way in this perfect weather
'Til my sister came and put my head together

she said you get who you is from who you was
and we don't pass through storms, they pass through us
so if you're stumbling along in some strange sunlight
sing yourself this prairie lullaby
Oh let these clouds come and wreck the air…