My Wild Frontier
(Franne Golde/Robin Lerner/Marsha Malamet)

How do I feel, well I feel so alone

Like a sad armadillo

Across this desert I roam

I've been stripped down,

Bare, 'til I break

Still the while keeps turning

Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie

Summer nights in the corfields,

When the corn gets so high

We traveled clear across Whichita,

Headin' north

Leavin' civilization

And there were highways to get across

And places far from here

And I was his lonesome prairie

And he was my wild frontier

Harvested peaches in a small border town

Saved all our wages, put ten percent down

I never thought I'd see the world

Through a child's eyes

Until early December

Then one Calgary morning, still as glass

While my baby lay sleeping,

An angel slipped past

And with one breath said

I'm taking him back

To his Father in Heaven

Through gravel and ice

and new fallen snow

I held him though my tears

Because I was his lonesome prairie

And he was my wild frontier

BRIDGE:

Get along, get along, let along

Get along, get along, let along

(oh oh oh oh oh)

Get along, get along, get along

Get along, get along, get along

(oh oh oh oh oh)

And sometimes at night

I swear I can hear him

Calling out so clear

He says, you were my lonesome prairie

And I'm still your wild frontier

REPEATS BRIDGE

Babe I miss you

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