Buffalo Prayer

Up on the High Road, above all this noise

From Texas to the Great North

Lives the song of the endless plains

And the great winds that always hold forth

Down in the cities, I've seen your broken dreams

Heard the grinding wheels of fear

But up on that road there's a high lonesome sound

And a dream in your heart you can hear:

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Bring back the buffalo 

On the Ghost Dancing winds of change

Hear the cries in the windswept skies and

With the gods ride the wide open range.

When I was a child running free and wild

I was one with the grass, wind, and sky

But something was missing, you could almost hear

I didn't what had happened or why

The buffalo fell to the white man's greed

Shot down in the hot summer sun

The song of the native, the song of the free

Was silenced by the buffalo gun

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The wind it blows, the dust rises up

The legacy of plunder is waste

And miles of fence around an empty house

Is a story of a desperate haste

The Indian and buffalo were taken away

So the white man could have all the land

To use and abuse and wash it away

To build up his mansions so grand

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