At the edge of the woods you can see for miles
Across the vast prarie.
And I long to cross those grassy plains,
From my home in the woods to the sea.
And I long to pass while the land is still wide
And great herds of wild bison roam,
While the deer and elk and the wolf and the fox
Can still call it their native home.
But I came too late to this land so great,
Amid city smoke and din.
And in dreams, alone, will I ever roam
Where my memories call again.
Yet, I'll ride like the wind on my mustang friend
Through the images in my mind.
But, I pray one day I'll return to play
In the land that was left behind.