The Wailin’ Jennys
Prairie Town
When it rains it snows in this prairie town
There's a good three inches on the ground
It seems I'll be losing any peace I've found
I see your face all over this town
But I know you're nowhere to be found
You're far away, you're safe and sound
Far from this prairie town
Far from this prairie town
So leaving seems the thing to do
When I'm here I'm lost in thoughts of you
And in my dreams I'm city bound
But if you ask me to come to you
To leave these fields and these skies of blue
You know I'd be leaving my sacred ground
Leaving this prairie town
Leaving this prairie town
No one's love comes close to yours
Nothing's what it was before
My eyes are heavy and my heart is sore