Back Again

If you're travelling through Dakota, near the Black Hills mountain range, Send for me the pictures of everything that might have changed. Do the deer still run freely? Do the rainbow trout abound? Then do the mountain thrushes still make their wond'rous sound? If you're moving 'cross the open plain on gravel roads lost in time, Send for me your letters, tell me ev'rything you find. From the abandoned farmyard buildings to the ditches filled with snow; I'll bet it brings back memories when prairie winds begin to blow. One more time before I rest, one more time from east or west. Travelling through my youthful days one more time and I'll be blessed. If you stand in the schoolyards that have long been replaced, Remember them to me and those learning years once traced. At empty shops on Main Street find reflections in the glass; They're the wishes and dreams of young children from the past. One more time before I rest, one more time from east or west. Travelling through my youthful days one more time and I'll be blessed. It will come that one more time when you and country will part, Send for me the memories that you'll forever hold to heart. I'll keep all these records close, to be recalled now and then; Maybe next time it might be me that will make it back again. One more time before I rest, one more time from east or west. Travelling through my youthful days one more time and I'll be blessed.