Texty:
Neil Young Prairie Wind

When your summer days come tumbling down And you find yourself alone Then you can come back and be with me Just close your eyes and I'll be there Listen

The painter stood before her work She looked around everywhere She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to

Was he thinkin' about my country Or the color of my skin? Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion And the way I worshipped him? Did he create just me in his

I just want to thank you For all of the things you've done I'm thinking about you I just want to send my love I send my best to you That's my message

Where a boy fishes the morning away His bicycle leans on an oak tree While the cars rumble over his head An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky And the young

(Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind

(Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind blowing through my head) (Prairie wind

: The painter stood Before her work She looked around every where She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green

: I just want to thank you For all of the things you've done I'm thinking about you I just want to send my love I send my best to you That's my message