Ogallala

My Dad's goin' to Ogallala
I can feel it
He's going
He'll travel over the rolling hills and dusty plains
His eyes seeing the land he's dreamed of since youth
He'll see that farmland
He'll trace those roots
He'll find that church that his father's family from Scotland settled into
He'll drink in the grasslands
He'll milk those cows
He'll feed their young
He's goin' to Ogallala
Oh River of plenty
He'll be who he was meant to be
Jumping in that water as if a boy
Floating in the sun's rays glistening wet
Just bobbing in the quiet
Joy resting in his head
The face of a man now smiling
As one who's found his home