Dust

A drought struck Edinborough

And all the Southern Plains

High winds and dust

Left us praying for some rain

Billowing clouds would darken skies

For days on end

We’d clear the dust with hope to mend

We’d clear the dust

So in this No Man’s Land called home

Where we built and built in vain

Packed our bags and headed north

In hopes for better days

With our bags we walked for all but thirty days

The dust would often blow ‘till it was middle day

We’d clear the dust

We were its prey

Thick as snow

We were its prey

Hollow as an echo

Muddled in the blow

Begging for the rain

Begging for the rain

To come our way

Bury me out in the lone Prairie

In the twilights purple haze

Bury me deep oh bury me for I’ll be here

When the grass’ll grow

And the flowers will bloom in May

When the grass’ll grow

And the flowers will bloom in May