Текст песни Prairie Funeral - Brennen Leigh
It
was
a
funeral
on
the
prairie,
all
his
children
gathered
round
Put
him
in
a
horse
drawn
wagon,
drove
him
into
town
In
the
dark
of
February
snow
covered
up
the
ground.
In
a
pioneer
church
made
out
of
sod
We
sang
A
Mighty
Fortress
Is
Our
God
He
was
born
in
1898
when
the
plains
burned
red
and
green
To
God
fearing
pilgrim
parents,
the
twelfth
kid
of
thirteen.
They
broke
up
that
ground
yard
by
yard
With
a
mule
and
an
oxen
team
Now
we're
burying
him
out
on
the
lone
prairie
Where
the
coyotes
howl
and
the
wind
blows
free.
Back
at
the
house
we
pushed
that
big
oak
table
against
the
wall
Built
a
fire
in
the
cast
iron
cook
stove,
made
room
for
one
and
all
The
children
and
grandchildren
piled
our
snow
boots
in
the
hall
The
women
worked
like
an
oiled
machine
The
coffee
boiled
and
the
kettle
screamed
Then
the
old
folks
took
to
telling
tales
Of
back
when
they
were
young
And
it
weren't
too
long
before
that
four
string
banjo
began
to
strum
Mom
played
the
fiddle
and
my
Uncle
Lars
played
his
accordion
The
farmers
cried
in
their
flannel
sleeves
When
we
sang
that
song
from
the
old
country
That
was
long
ago
and
as
the
years
go
by
I
still
forget
he's
gone
But
I
look
out
on
the
open
plains
and
I
know
his
soul
lives
on
He's
the
red
sky
mirrored
on
the
lake
He's
the
first
cold
light
of
dawn
He's
a
coyote's
wail,
he's
a
winter
storm
He's
the
August
wind
blowing
through
the
corn
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