(VERSE I)
Out on the wide open plains where the wild winds roll,
The dust of a thousand hoofbeats whispers to my soul.
Golden grass is swaying like a memory in the breeze,
And the scent of open freedom rides along with me.
The sun hangs low and lazy on the far horizon line,
Painting shadows of the mountains like an old frontier sign.
Every mile I wander feels like stepping back in time,
Where the stories of the West still live in every sage and pine.
(CHORUS)
Oh, these wide plains keep callin’ me home,
Where the prairies stretch out and the wild mustangs roam.
Where the lake lies silent, holding stars in its glow,
And the moon lights a path only true hearts can know.
In the quiet of the evening, where the sky feels so wide,
I find a little piece of heaven by the water’s gentle side.
(VERSE II)
There’s a lonely wooden cabin carved in ages long ago,
Its walls still hum the ballads of the ranchers’ rodeo.
The old porch creaks softly like it’s speakin’ through the years,
Telling tales of drifting cowboys and forgotten pioneer fears.
Fireflies dance lightly over fields of silver-blue,
And the night begins to shimmer with a dreamlike point of view.
I breathe in all the silence as the sunset starts to fade,
Watching colors melt like rivers through the sky the evening made.
(CHORUS)
Oh, these wide plains keep callin’ me home,
Where the prairies stretch out and the wild mustangs roam.
Where the lake lies silent, holding stars in its glow,
And the moon lights a path only true hearts can know.
In the quiet of the evening, where the sky feels so wide,
I find a little piece of heaven by the water’s gentle side.
(BRIDGE)
Take my hand, darling, walk with me slow,
Down the dusty trail where the sweet winds blow.
We’ll watch the silver ripples dance upon the lake,
And promise each other dreams that time can never break.
For love on the prairie is a fire soft and true—
A warm country sunrise that rises just for two.
(VERSE III)
Morning light comes whispering through the cottonwoods again,
Casting gold across the shoreline where our footprints have been.
The world wakes up around us with a gentle country tune,
As the prairies greet the daylight and the sky holds up the moon.
And every day I’m thankful for the road that led me here,
To this calm and quiet haven where the wild feels so near.
By the lake I find forever in the simple things I see,
And the plains keep every promise they have ever made to me.
(CHORUS) (FINAL)
Oh, these wide plains keep callin’ me home,
Where the prairies stretch out and the wild mustangs roam.
Where the lake lies silent, holding stars in its glow,
And the moon lights a path only true hearts can know.
In the stillness of the nightfall, in the dawn’s early light,
This wild Western heaven holds my heart every night.
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