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Dreams of a Kitten

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The Saga of the Ponderosa

Lorne Greene

Before you right off into the night, my friends, here's a story for the road. It's my own story of the west ... The Saga of the

Ponderosa.

Behind me lay the stormy sea that I would sail no more,

The love that was so dear to me lay buried on the shore,

And my arms were holding my newborn son,

Reminding me that the past was done,

And the wind I heard, carried a strange sounding word,

Ponderosa, Ponderosa !

The dusty road ahead of me was callin' like a friend,

My hungry boots were itchin' made to reach the other end,

Where the land was free and the years turned slow

With room for me and my son to grow

And the west winds came, bearing that strange-sounding name,

Ponderosa, Ponderosa !

My Adam was a yearling when we reached the Ole Missouri,

And I labored day and night to buy a wagon and a team,

'Cause my hopes were in a hurry,

But suddenly my heart stopped me flat in my tracks ... Like that

!

'Twas a woman, gay and pretty, sparkling with joy,

And I wanted her to share my dreams... Our wedding cake was as light as down,

With a Valentine bride in a frosting gown,

And she was all things beautiful, and a mother to my boy

We started off together, on that February morn,

Through Nebraska down to Kansas,

Through the Spring and Autumn weather

To the edge of Colorado, where my second son was born

Husky, and jolly, and hardly ever cried,

My wife named him Eric ... but I called him Hoss

My life was full of happiness, too wonderful to tell,

When, down upon our wagon train, there swarmed a savage hell,

Made of crying arrows and dying men,

And all my sorrows returned again,

And the wind wept through the sky,

Telling my dead Love goodbye,

Ponderosa, Ponderosa !