Sing a Song of Blue Skies

Sing a song of blue skies and waves of golden grain The beauty of the prairie can never be explained It stretches out before me like a never ending poem Until it flows into the sky and is lost when day is done Sing a song of snow-capped peaks, cascading rocks below The purple shadows gather across the virgin snow While in the mountain meadows, the elk graze wild and free The little flowers nod their heads and the wind it sweeps the trees Sing out O voice within me The glory of this hour I cannot bear to let it pass It is my soul and power Sing a song of starry nights, the heavens unfurled above It sends a shiver down my spine to contemplate the love Of the One who made it happen, who brought each star to birth And spread them out a million-fold above our little Earth Reach out O Arms Eternal Enfold Your creature Earth Breathe life into it's very soul That man may feel his birth