Lord, I've never lived where churches growI loved creation better as it stoodThat day you finished it so long agoAnd looked upon your work and called it goodI know that others find you in the lightThat sifted down through tinted window panesAnd yet I seem to feel you near tonightIn this dim, quiet starlight on the plainsI thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so wellThat you've made my freedom so completeThat I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bellNor weak eyed prisoner of Waller StreetJust let me live my life as I've begunAnd give me work that's open to the skyMake me a partner of the wind and sunAnd I won't ask a life that's soft or highLet me be easy on the man that's downLet me be square and generous with allI'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in townBut never let them say I'm mean or smallMake me as big and open as the plainsAnd honest as the horse between my kneesClean as a wind that blows behind the rainsFree as the hawk that circles down the breezeForgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forgetYou know about the reasons that are hidYou understand the things that gall or fretWell, you knew me better than my mother didJust keep an eye on all that's done and saidAnd right me sometimes when I turn asideAnd guide me on that long, dim trail aheadThat stretches upward toward the great divide
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Oh, bury me not on the lone prairieThese words came low and mournfullyFrom the pallid lips of a youth who layOn his dying bed at the close of day
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Oh, bury me not and his voice failed thereBut we took no heed to his dying prayerIn a shallow grave just six by threeWe buried him there on the lone prairie
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