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The Best of Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · Pure Prairie League/Bustin' Out (Pure Prairie League) · The Best of Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · The 70s: Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · Pure Prairie League/If the Shoe Fits (Pure Prairie League) · Trance League Express: A Trance Tribute to the Human League (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Major League: The Collectors' Ivy League (The Ivy League) · Major League: The Collectors' Ivy League (The Ivy League) · Pure Prairie Collection (Pure Prairie League) – and 90 other albums »


A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown
Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay
She got caught and faced
this was pure joy the way they laughed and played,
Skipping and a-dancing through the ocean waves,
It was pure joy for all to see,
So why can't we,
the great divide

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie 
These words came low and mournfully 
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay 
On his dying bed
the great divide

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie 
These words came low and mournfully 
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay 
On his dying bed
We only knew each other by letter, 
When I met her over the train, 
When the smoke cleared and the dust was still, 
She was standing there
There's Christmas in the eyes of every child

Once again the presents are resting by the tree
Once again we worship the One who came for you and me
I hear
to wait
Ooooo we used to wait
Ooooo we used to wait
Sometimes it never came (we used to wait)
Sometimes it never came (we used to wait)
Still moving through
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder
night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page and stand by me
If thou knows it telling
Yonder
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page and stand by me
If thou knows it telling
Yonder peasant, who
cowboy in the land
But try they might as sure is right they'll wind up in the sand

A brag came up from Texas by the name of Too Oaks Tall
Was out
as the sun sank in the west

And I dreamed we were pebbles by the sea
On a blue world spinning through space
In a dark and empty universe
Where solitude
night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.

Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. 

Hither page and stand by me if thou know'st it telling
remember their names 

I was safe in my cabin 
And thinking of going to bed 
When an Indian tomahawk 
Stuck in the wall by my head 

I looked through
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder
the morning...

Oh I can't recall how I came to go by Kentucky shores on the Ohio
As I crossed that bridge I looked back to say I will sing you a song someday
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder
me
with the legions of destruction through the fires of hate.
My vengeance thristy of blood, is ready to spread
a tremendous holocaust, the end
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder
remember their names 

I was safe in my cabin 
And thinking of going to bed 
When an Indian tomahawk 
Stuck in the wall by my head 

I looked through
fragrance still pulsating through damp air.
That day came to an end.
And she had lost in me, her credence.
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder