Prairie Wind - Words and Music by Laura Hayes

He stands on the corner of a section of land, holding the dry crumbling soil in his hand. He prays for the best but he braces for the worst, as the weather destroys all his hard work. The prairie wind blows the dust right from his hand and with it go all of the dreams that he had.

There’s a chill in the prairie wind tonight, another farm family is losing the fight against old Mother Nature it’s so hard to get it just right.

He climbs out from under his rusty John Deere and prays it will make it through another year. He can’t afford a new one so he just keeps on fixing the break downs and plugging along. The prairie wind whistles through the rickety cab another round good and another one bad.

There’s a chill in the prairie wind tonight, another farm family is losing the fight, cause there’s nowhere to turn anymore when the money’s this tight.

He stands on the front porch overlooking the place, a single tear of regret rolls down his face. He worked the land for years and gave it all that he knew, but they made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

The prairie wind blows the cold right to his bones as he says goodbye to the place he calls home.

There’s a chill in the prairie wind tonight, another farm family is losing the fight.

The weather, the money and the changing times are giving the farmer the fight of his life.