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Copyright 1993
(words and music)
by Kaye Haug
There's a color that the corn turns just before they bring it down,
in the late part of the season, when the sun comes full around.
Sometimes I walk out to the fence beside that golden flaxen field,
and I swear my troubles leave me, and my anxious heart is healed.
CHORUS: That's how it goes, in Dakota it can happen.
Nobody knows how it came to be that way.
But some folks say, that the spirit of Dakota,
breathes in the wind on the prairies to this day.
There's a time just as the dusk is rolling in across the sky.
There's an hour of perfect stillness, just before the sunset dies,
when you can feel the spirit moving, like the waters running by,
and there's a fire on the prairie, when you look up in the sky.
(CHORUS)