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'.
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.
Blue prairie, blue echoes ring
Blue as I sing of a longing
Blue as you.
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.
Blue prairie, blue echoes ring
Blue as I sing of a longing
Blue as you
