Windmill
By Jan Harmon
words and music © 1989
1. Out in Wyoming, where the wind will walk the land forever . .
the rain's a fickle friend, who comes too little or too late.
The ranchers and the farmers brought the windmill, sayin'
"It'll teach the wind to call the water
for the cattle and the thirsty wheat."
CHORUS
And, while the wind blows . . water flows . . in Wyoming.
2. The windmill grew up tall, and called the water with it's turning.
The clatter of it's paddles taught the barley to survive.
And, proud as any sentries, windmills stood across the prairie.
Day and night, they watched and waited . .
just to keep the little farms alive.
CHO.
3. Bob said . . once, when they were young, he and Billy tied each other on
the windmill wings, and then they took a windy ride!
And, before Bob's family bought the land, the man who owned the farm
ran out of wind. He climbed the platform stand
and used it for a suicide.
CHO.
4. The old windmill in December stood . . It's wings were broken
then, for good.
My footprints left a snowy necklace that would last til May.
And, that night . . it marked the Christmas sky so bright,
with colored lights that I could see half way from Riverton.
. . . I don't know why . . but, I had to look away.
CHO.
5. Out in Wyoming, where the wind will walk the land forever . .
the rain's a fickle friend, who comes too little or too late.
And, like the bones of buffalo . . windmills dot the prairie.
While men go spinning spinning on the reckess wings of wind
that they call "fate".
CHO.