John Gawne
Swift are the prairie children,
riding across the plain,
From rise of sun till day is done,
careless of snow or rain.
Springtime on the Texas prairie
Strong are the prairie children,
Pushing against the breeze,
Their feet have trod
The prairie sod,
The know nor fear or ease.
Brave are the prairie children,
Wading through the whirling snow;
Born of the Wind,
Born of the Sun,
Over the prairie they go,
Over the prairie they go.
"Born of the Wind"
Song of the Prairie Children
Words by Lois Lenski
Music by Clyde Robert Bulla
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