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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
All your famliy is standing by
that's the prairie lullaby

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
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
All your famliy is standing by
that's the prairie lullaby

These songs on Delilah kept us awake on the journey back home.
Just listening brought back a flood of memories of the fun weekend we were leaving.
It was 90* outside and even hotter in our black car with no air conditioning.
We were happy to have a thunderstorm to drive through to cool the air.
In this song I love the fact that the writer and his sister are so connected.
Of course as a mother that made me think of my own children and
that is why their pictures come into these pages.

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

I am hoping JT and the Clouds don't mind my photos added to their lyrics.
It's been fun putting my world with the songs! I guess that's what music is all about.
Each person has their own interpretation from where they are.
And where you are is right where you are supposed to be at this particular monent.

Enjoy the moments!