Judy Collins - Prairie dream

The ^Amthunder of the hooves of Indian ^Fmaj7ponies ^AmWild with running, beautiful as ^Fmaj7light ^AmFlash into my dreams along the ^Fmaj7prairie The ^Ghero Sioux, the s^Em7pirits of the ^Dm7night With ^Ambuffalo who used to roam the ^Fmaj7mountains ^AmThrough the canyons, through the wind-blown ^Fmaj7grass ^CHooves that beat past swiftly running ^Fmaj7rivers And ^Gsounds of centu^Em7ries like breaking ^Dm7glass

^AmShot from trains and shot from painted ^Fmaj7horses ^AmShot down running in their murdered ^Fmaj7fear ^AmGone before the quarter of the ^Fmaj7century ^GLeaving nothing ^Em7but the sound of ^Dm7tears ^AmStarving in their trails of ^Fmaj7blood and sorrow ^AmAncient creatures innocent of ^Fmaj7crime ^CManifest in destiny they ^Fmaj7flounder ^GLike the wandering ^Em7footsteps of the ^Dm7blind ^{Fmaj7 G}

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^AmAll the sainted tribes and missio^Fmaj7naries ^AmAll the wagon trains of yearning ^Fmaj7hearts ^AmTestify to madness and to ^Fmaj7bloodshed A^Gmong the buffa^Em7lo as time de^Dm7parts A^Amlas for murdering the dreams of ^Fmaj7warriors ^AmWomen, children sleep in inno^Fmaj7cence ^CFires raged across the burning ^Fmaj7deserts ^GLet the tears of ^Em7history com^Dm7mence ^{Fmaj7 G}

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^AmMay the pioneers plant in their ^Fmaj7gardens A^Ammong the bones of dreamers by the ^Fmaj7creek ^AmWhere they somehow found the peace of ^Fmaj7silence ^GWith no maddening ^Em7secrets they could ^Dm7keep The ^Amthunder of the hooves of Indian ^Fmaj7ponies ^AmWild with running, beautiful as ^Fmaj7light ^CFlash into my dreams along the ^Fmaj7prairie The ^Ghero Sioux, Co^Em7manches of the ^Dm7night A^Grapahoe, ­­­­^Em7the Nez Perce of ^Dm7the night The ^GCherokee, s^Em7pirits of the ^Dm7night ­^Em7­­­­­­­^Fmaj7­­­ ^G

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