Still standing under the Nanton Sky
Prairie Giants reaching proud and high   
And we’re still standing

The families, the pioneers who broke the land
Opened up the country with their bare hands
Built their castles from timber, rod and rope
Planted all their seeds with, sweat and tears and hope

Still standing under the Nanton Sky
Beacons of light reaching proud and high
And we’re still standing

Small towns blossomed by elevators and the trains
Once every 14 miles along the prairie veins
We were born of progress, now progress will decree
That we’re no longer viable, And should no longer be

Still standing under the Nanton Sky
Symbol of the Prairies, reaching proud and high
But we’re still standing

(reading)
Some folks would like to bring us to our knees.
Cause they believe in progress and there’s no place for us anymore.
But some of you folks know that we’re a symbol of something greater.
You stand by us and look up at our weathered siding and worn shingles and think about all we’ve been through together, the bountiful harvests, bumper crops and the droughts and tough economic years . knowing that we represent you the farmer,
who is still standing too,
and who struggles not to be brought to his knees
And in every small town that pulls together to make a stand
we all stand together
in the present / building our future,
based on a past that we are carefully and gratefully preserving.

And if we’re still standing
A hundred years or more
Your children’s children kin
Will remember who you were
If we’re still standing

Still standing under the Nanton Sky
Prairie Giants reaching proud and high
And we’re still standing

Still standing under the Prairie sky
Still Standing