The Prairie and the Flame Lyrics

I drink my water from a cleft in the stone

I see the Spirit in a way of my own

I hear the voices over mountains within

I never suffer, Lord

And I never sin

I never suffer, Lord

And I never sin

I take my whiskey in a glass upside-down

I don't go swimming, I'm afraid I might drown

Speak of me kindly and whisper my name

I am the prairie, Lord

And I am the flame

I am the prairie, Lord

And I am the flame

My eyes are blue

My sun is round

The moon is bright

I keep my hands

Tucked in the ground

All through the night

Waiting for roots to grow

I speak with Jesus and a bear in my sleep

I wake up tired and the talk don't come cheap

I write the spells all down in my secret book

I'll lend it to you, Lord

But you'll never look

I'll lend it to you, Lord

But you'll never look

My eyes are blue

My sun is round

The moon is bright

I keep my hands

Tucked in the ground

All through the night

Waiting for roots to grow

The apple trees are growing apples again

I haven't seen the Fall since I don't know when

A child was singing when I woke in the sun

A woman smiling, Lord

And called me sweet one

A woman smiling, Lord

And called me sweet one