Its been forty-five days since the snows have begun
I stare at the fire and long for the sun
As the bitter winds blow through the mouth of the pa**
I sit here and dream of the Buffalo gra**
The ponies are shaggy; their coats have grown long
With heads down, they huddle together as one
At the window my breath forms a mist on the gla**
As I patiently wait for the Buffalo gra**
The Seasons still turn
And the prairies still yearn
For those who were here long ago
The Sioux have all gone and the Bison moved on
Soon, I will follow them home
Mollie pa**ed in September and left me alone
Now my heart is as heavy and round as a stone
Too many years have gone by too fast
And I long for the feel of the Buffalo gra**
The animals sleep while the world holds it's breath
The woods are as still and as silent as d**h
When the mountain streams flow, spring will follow at last
And the wind will blow free through the Buffalo gra**
The Seasons still turn
And the prairies still yearn
For those who were here long ago
The Sioux have all gone and the Bison moved on
Soon, I will follow them home
The geese will return, a symbol of change
The elk will be foraging out on the range
Once again nature's palette will color the pa**
And I will find peace in the Buffalo gra**
Yes, I will find peace in the Buffalo gra**