The sun's coming up on the Prairie
Corn and hay glisten with the forenight's rain
The aroma of the earth fills the senses
Barn swallows darting, diving down the lane
A church stands alone on the Prairie
Stone graves and pines wait nearby
For the prayers and the songs Sunday morning
As brethren from far and near arrive
The truth is always heard on the Prairie
Winds of change, o'er the years, tests of time
They're so thankful to God for the Prairie
And the blessing laid there to find
The wind always blows on the Prairie
As the world and the time pass on by
But God's Word stands unchanged on the Prairie
Fountain flowing of grace, never dry
Strength and comfort till the day we die