Song Description
Slightly erotic love song to the North American Plains.
| Song Length |
3:04 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic |
Lyrics
The Plains
Looking out across the plains,
Always struck me a little strange.
Her funnel clouds & tumbleweeds
always callin' out to me.
Singing,
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah she calls.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah I fall.
Like a trip to a Fatal Shore,
my heart is filled, but I still want more.
I can't eat and I can't rest,
When the wind blows across her breast
Singing,
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah she calls.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah I fall.
And when she calls to me
I will go to her
when she calls to me . . .
Her womb is filled with fertile soil,
The love & bones of those who toiled.
Smile of corn, open arms of wheat,
And when she cries her tears are sweet
Singing,
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah she calls.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah I fall.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah she calls.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah I fall
Copyright 2003 by Ned Lucas