The Buffalo Grass

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It's been 45 days since the snows
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 have begun
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I stare at the fire and long for the
 sun
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As the bitter winds blow through 
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the mouth of the pass
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I sit here and dream of the Buffalo 
Grass
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The ponies are shaggy, their coats
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 have grown long
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With their heads down they huddle 
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together as one
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At the window my breath forms a 
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mist on the glass
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As I patiently wait for the 
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Buffalo Grass


[Chorus]
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The seasons still turn and the 
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prairies still yearn
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For those who were here long ago
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The Sioux have all gone and the 
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bison moved on
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And soon I will follow them home
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Molly passed in September and left
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 me alone
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Now my heart is as heavy and round 
as a stone
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Too many years have gone by too fast
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And I long for the feel of the 
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Buffalo Grass
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Now the animals sleep as the 
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world holds its breath
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The woods are as still and silent as
 death
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When the mountain streams flow 
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spring will follow at last
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And the wind will blow free through
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 the Buffalo Grass


[Chorus]
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The seasons still turn and the 
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prairies still yearn
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For those who were here long ago
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The Sioux have all gone and the 
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bison moved on
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And soon I will follow them home
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The geese will return as a symbol 
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of change
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The elk will be foraging out on the 
range
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Once again nature's pallet will 
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color the pass
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And I will find peace in the 
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Buffalo Grass
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Yes I will find peace in the 
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Buffalo Grass