Текст песни Nickel Creek - Chant Of The Wanderer
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Take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trillsAnd the mountain so high where the cataract spillsTake a look at the falls and the rippling rillsHear the wanderlust calls of the whispering hillsThe rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trillsThe rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills Let me live on the range where the tumbleweeds growLet the silver sands change where the prairie winds blowLet the wanderers sing where the wanderers goLet the melody ring for it`s happy I knowThe wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds growThe wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow Let me follow the trail where the buffalo roamLet a silver cloud sail where the setting sun shoneLet the local wolf wail in a broken-heart toneLet it storm, let it gale, still the prairie`s my homeThe broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam The broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roamThe rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trillsThe wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds growThe broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam The prairie`s my home!