chant of the wanderer
nickel creek
take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trills
and the mountain so high where the cataract spills
take a look at the falls and the rippling rills
hear the wanderlust calls of the whispering hills
let me live on the range where the tumbleweeds grow
let the silver sands change where the prairie winds blow
let the wanderers sing where the wanderers go
let me follow the trail where the buffalo roam
let a silver cloud sail where the setting sun shone
let the local wolf wail in a broken heart tone
still the prairie's my home