Blue Prairie by Sons Of The Pioneers
Blue prairie,
Blue are the skies.
Blue are the sighs,
Of a night wind, callin'.
Blue prairie,
Blue are the hills.
Blue are the trills,
Of a nightbird, callin'.
Chorus:
Every beatin' heart
Beats a rhythm that is blue.
And the moon has cast
A blue reflection on the moon.
So the wind while on it's way,
Seems to cry and sigh and say
Blue, ooh, ooh.
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