Roar

Tumbleweeds are flying by

Prairie dust gets in my eye

Smell of sweet new jersey tea

In the flatland streams I collect my water

I put my kettle on the fire

And I closed my eyes and it felt just like a dream

And I will hear you roar through my heart into my soul

And I will hear your call, spirit fly above it all

Well I've tasted snow at the edge of winter

I worked hard collecting timber