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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 »


Father, blessed Father it's morning again
I give You Father, myself Father continue Your plan
I know together we can climb mountains in the sky
No
Daughter, dear daughter, come sit by my side
While the prairie is blooming I fear for my time
I’ve seen my great crossing asleep in my dreams
Hold my
the prairie lilies grow
The steeple on a church glistened by the prairie moon
I'm freezing but I'm burning for the girl in Saskatoon

My journey was
with a rustlers band
As the flames leaped high on his old camp fire,
He fell with a gun in his hand.

We rolled out of bed the next morning,
We dug
Uh, uh, uh

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. By-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn,
Uh, Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's
The prairie sun sends down its ray to warm my heart through every day
The starlight beam that guides my way is just the touch of God's hand
of a girl is true
Kentucky in the morning trimmed in green and blue
Kentucky in the morning I was only passing through

There's a bird that sings
thunder and he fell by Lenore
Picking up the blanket he swung it over his head
And started cross the prairie, "Lay still Lenore" he said 

When he got
Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my
coming for to dance
With pure Egyptian cotton
The kids don't stand a chance

You criticize the practice
By murdering their plants
Ignoring all
The everlasting light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
The angels' voices singing
Proclaim the early morning!
And children pure
Any other way
The light of her beauty was warm as a summer day
Clouds of antelope rolled by
No hint of rain to come
In the prairie sky
It's just
A sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink 
Sunday league play in the sunshine 
I hear the whistle blow at halftime 
With chapped legs and muddy
thunder and he fell by Lenore
Picking up the blanket he swung it over his head
And started cross the prairie, "Lay still Lenore" he said 

When he got
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
nights down by the sawmill
We sit and talk, her hand in mine

Country green, do you know what I mean?
She's true and pure like country green
Country
don't howl in the dark of the moon
We can make Scotts Bluff by the middle of June

Did you see that endless prairie
Blowin' clean and pure and free?
Did
Every morning, watch you walk in 
Sunlight on your skin 
Stand there staring, my hand shaking 
My heart caving in
You walk by on the street
Take
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
From far Transylvania

Only a woman can break his spell
Pure in heart who will offer herself
To Nosferatu

This ship pulled in without a sound
the morning
Trimmed in green and blue
Kentucky in the morning
I was only passing through

Oh, I can't recall how I came to go
By Kentucky shores
hair was black as sin.
And her body set the smokes of hell a-boilin' in my skull
When the fiddle of the devil made her spin.
Morning sunshine
Good morning x4

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's
whore

Tonight, tonight
She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?)
Bobbysoxer so pure, so young
(By morning her soul will be gone, gone,