| She was born at midnight, the moment that the storms came
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| The ground was thirsty, it was cracked and bare
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| She was magic and everybody knew it
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| She had blue eyes and warm, golden hair
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| And we sang
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| Halona Princess of the Prairie Rain
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| The sky surrenders when we sing her name
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| She brought the waters, a blessing for the season
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| The corn was planted and that river ran wide
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| With harvest coming there was one thing we still needed
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| Warmer days so that corn could grow high
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| And we sang
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| Halona Princess of the Prairie Sun
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| Bring us the fire from the sky above
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| Her eyes are pools of water, her hair is sunlight too
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| That child has many fathers- the Stars, the Wind, the Moon
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| We have a celebration the eighth October night
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| We hold our bounty up high
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| And we sing
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| Halona Princess of the Prairie Rain
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| The sky surrenders when we sing her name
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| Halona Princess of the Prairie Sun
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| Halona, oh Halona, Halona, oh Halona
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| Bring us the fire from the sky above |