Harvest–by Maxfield Parrish
Prairie Nights
Words and Music Copyright 2012 by L. Knox
Another sleepless night–
it's 3 in the morning,
and the house is still
it's 3 in the morning,
and the house is still
You left me in the dark
without a warning
without the will
to carry on
to carry on
but I'll climb
back up the hill
The sun comes up
it's a brand new morning
it's a brand new day
My mind's full of questions
the words are forming
without a warning
without the will
to carry on
to carry on
but I'll climb
back up the hill
The sun comes up
it's a brand new morning
it's a brand new day
My mind's full of questions
the words are forming
but I have nothing to say
but I'll carry on
I'll carry on
through this darkness
I'll find my way
I miss your laughter
I miss your smile
hope you find what you were after
since I missed it
by a country mile
by a country mile…
Those big city lights
like a moth to a flame
took you away–
and you changed your name
but these prairie nights
hold the only stars
I'll ever see
and that's all right by me
I work the fields alone
'til my body's breaking
it helps me to forget
Autumn's in the air
the blue sky's fading
–a sad silouhette
but I'll carry on
I'll carry on
this life
with no regrets
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