Your Neck of the Woods - Prairie Ontario Lyrics
It's the space that keeps me running back and forth, dear I'm still coming homeNow they say the west is stunning, out east they've got time running slowBack home there's airs worth breathing, the north wind, she blows secrets best heard lowAnother morning sun just peeking over plains that give reason to her glowLike a horse to the barn to the home that I missI stick to my guns and I shoot from my hipI keep my hat bent for fear of how the storm stretchLike a horse to the barn I ain't home just yetWhere the wind yearns to blow old farm and prairie OntarioPre north, post south, just a borderline boreal shield mouthMixed wood to the Hudson Plain, I rest my heart, I lay my nameAnd I wait for you here in a home stuck in snow six months out of the yearAnother harvest yield worth reaping where cedars stretch and our willows weep and moanAnd where tangled heads lay sleep in pastures where them dreams, they creep in slowAnd you oughta see what fall unravels in meadows simply traced by gravel roadsEast of what those lakes once had -- they call them great (dear, we'll just call them home)Like a horse to the barn to the home that I missI stick to my guns and I shoot from my hipI keep my hat bent for fear of how the storm stretchLike a horse to the barn I ain't home just yetWhere the wind yearns to blow old farm and prairie OntarioPre north, post south just a borderline boreal shield mouthMixed wood to the Hudson plain I rest my heart, I lay my nameAnd I wait for you here in a home stuck in snow six months out of the year
