| «Well the moon moved past Nebraska
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| And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
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| And angels danced on Jacob’s stairs
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| Yeah they danced on Jacob’s stairs
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| There is this silence in the Badlands
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| And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
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| By the whisper of a prayer
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| The whisper of a prayer
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| And the single hawk bursts into flight
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| And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
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| I feel thunder in the sky
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| I see the sky about to rain
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| And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
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| I can feel the earth tremble
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| Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
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| And the fury in the pheasant’s wings
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| And there’s fury in a pheasant’s wings
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| It tells me the Lord is in His temple
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| And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
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| And a love that can make the heavens ring
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| And I’ve seen love make heaven ring
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| Where the sacred rivers meet
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| Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
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| I feel thunder in the sky
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| I see the sky about to rain
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| And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
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| From the place where morning gathers
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| You can look sometimes forever 'til you see
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| What time may never know
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| What time may never know
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| How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
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| And shakes us forward and shakes us free
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| To run wild with the hope
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| To run wild with the hope
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| The hope that this thirst will not last long
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| That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
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| And I feel thunder in the sky
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| I see the sky about to rain
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| And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
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| And I know this thirst will not last long
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| That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
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| I feel thunder in the sky
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| I see the sky about to rain
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| And with the prairies I am calling out Your name" |