Where green adorns the rolling hills
far as the eye can see,
there’s room to lay down all your worries
,
and space to let your soul run free.
Where golden rays streak through the skies
and set the fields alight,
like flowers you’ll turn toward the sun,
and gather strength to last the night.
When shadows grow, and winds blow,
just lift you eyes up to the skies,
and the stars will lead you home.
Run! Run through the bluestem grass.
Sunlight on your face,
feel its warm embrace
‘til the day has come to pass.
Run! Run, let your heart be free.
Race through fields of green
like golden beams
‘til you’re where you’re meant to be.
The river runs, the river bends,
its currents crash and play.
Be like the water cold and clear,
and flow until you find your way.
The pale, blue sky that hangs above
the rivers down below
holds clouds, and light, and singing birds
whose songs wake you to dawn’s warm glow.
When shadows grow, and winds blow,
just lift you eyes up to the skies,
and the stars will lead you home.
Run! Run through the bluestem grass.
Sunlight on your face,
feel its warm embrace
‘til the day has come to pass.
Run! Run, let your heart be free.
Race through fields of green
like golden beams
‘til you’re where you’re meant to be.
You can’t outrun the storm. You can’t hold back the night.
When blackened skies let lightning fly
be brave and hold hope tight.
You will outlast the rains. You’ll see the sun shine bright.
In golden fields the dark will yield
to morning’s light.
Run! Run through the bluestem grass.
Sunlight on your face,
feel its warm embrace
‘til the day has come to pass.
Run! Run, let your heart be free.
Race through fields of green
like golden beams
‘til you’re where you’re meant to be.
Joseph Piontek