| Prairie Sarah, don't you cry |
| Mother nature's humming |
| A long-forgotten lullaby |
| Beautiful and haunting |
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| Red-tail hawk circles in the sky |
| Swear I had a dream like this |
| Weathervane turns |
| Change on the wind |
| Feel it at my fingertips |
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| Hell or high, I'll come out golden |
| Like the storm was chosen |
| And all my breaking's breaking open |
| This must be a good, good omen |
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| Barefoot on this barren ground |
| Bless this rite of passage |
| Do not fear the forest fire |
| Treasure's in the ashes |
| And I'm dancing over ashes |
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| Hell or high, I'll come out golden |
| Like the storm was chosen |
| And all my breaking's breaking open |
| This must be a good, good omen |
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| Prairie Sarah, don't you cry |
| Revel in the wreckage |
| Sing through smoke |
| See through tears |
| Everything's a message |
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| Hell or high, I'll come out golden |
| Like the storm was chosen |
| And all my breaking's breaking open |
| This must be a good, good, good |
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| Barefoot on this barren ground |
| Bless this rite of passage |
| Do not fear the forest fire |
| Treasure's in the ashes |
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| And all my breaking's breaking open |
| This must be a good, good, good omen |
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