Michael Woodhead

KATHRYN

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2020

Across the vast, sweeping prairies
You lie waiting for me
The wheat fields sway in the wind
I will soon be with thee

Across the vast, sweeping prairies
My Kathryn, I'll come to you
I am near, dry your eyes
There's no need for those tears

Kathryn, here am I


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