As we drift along with the breeze of time
Tumbling like a falling leave in the wind
Never traveling life in a straight line
Not knowing what danger is around the next bend
The Prairie of Life we all travel
Comes long for some and short for others
Trails smooth and other filled with gravel
With many a cowboys grave with no marker
The prairie, the plains, the mountains
Moan for the lost Indians and Cowpokes
A sad song carried through the aspens
Somewhere waiting are a man's kinfolks
Gone are the days of a free ranging riders
Roaming far and wide with the buffalo
Watching the nights sky and fires dying ambers
Watching the morning sun set meadows aglow
The days of the old West I wish were still here
Only a pipe dream of the past I keep near
Time brings death that I do not fear
As I travel the Prairie of Life I'll shed no tear
