Dream Walking
The buffalo are gone
but close your eyes
on a stormy night
and you'll find them
thunder'ng o'er the plains again
The tall prairie grass
has given way to progress
Skyscrapers & super highways
but when the wind blows
you can feel ‘em
brush across your skin
The proud warriors
whose lives were given
in protecting the old ways
when I close my eyes
Rise up to ride again
What it must've been
to see the great buffalo
grazing on tall prairie grass
and hear the warrior's hunt cry
I'll close my eyes & dream
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