My Grandpa rode this yellow plain
He told the sky when to make it rain
And he taught the lightening
How to turn the night into the day
And he would make the cloud ships form
Then he'd escape into the storm
Then he'd reappear striking fear
In every soldier's heart
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
With no sign of island or shore
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
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When he let them have their way
They divided him seven different ways
So afraid were they
He would rise again and strike them down
verse 3
Seven different soldiers acting alone
Seven different graves whereabouts unknown
And one lone soldier came to bury
His hands on the grassland
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
With no sign of island or shore
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands
Instrumental Break
A quarter moon grows out of time
On a vanishing forest down an old fence line
Sweet grass and timothy
As far as you can see the Comanche grasslands
South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass
With no sign of island or shore
There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands