Hear the lowing of the cattle
floating o 'er the gentle breeze
slowly rides along the trail
All the prairie seems to murmur,
all the gray skies roll away,
She's my pretty little blue
Oh, my blue skies, way out yonder,
Blue skies mean all the world to me,
She's my blue sky filled with sunshine,
My grey skies have turned to blue.
Calling from the prairie crest,
She's my blue sky, way out yonder,
I'm calling to the one I love the best.
When at last the rays of sunset
bid the rolling plains good night,
It is then my thoughts will wander
Of old memories sweet to dream
and pleasant dreams to you
Oh, my blue sky, way out yonder
Blue skies mean all the world to me
She's my blue sky filled with sunshine
My grey skies have turned to blue
Calling from the prairie crest
She's my blue sky, way out yonder,
I'm calling to the one I love the best.
