– Clarence Holm
I keep hearing this song.
I keep hearing this song.
In the morning when the sun starts shining through
And the prairie dogs wake calling to me
The world seems fresh bathed in early morning dew
Awaiting summer winds – grey clouds still absentee.
I keep hearing this song.
I keep hearing this song.
Cows bellow in response to my father’s morning call
The pheasants flush from verdant grass guarding nests
And the roosters call
Reminding me of youthful taunts professed