The line "And soon I will follow them home" reminds me of "we would rather be away from these earthly bodies, for then we will be at home with the Lord." 2 Corinthians 5.8
It's been 45 days since the snow's have begun I stare at the fire and long for the sun As the bitter winds blow through the mouth of the pass I sit here and dream of the buffalo grass. The ponies are shaggy, their coats have grown long With their heads down they huddle together as one At the window my breath forms a mist on the glass As I patiently wait for the buffalo grass. 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 And soon I will follow them home. Molly passed in September and left me alone Now my heart is as heavy and round as a stone And too many years have gone by too fast And I long for the feel of the buffalo grass. Now the animals sleep as the world holds its breath The woods are as still ans silent as death When the mountain streams flow spring will follow at last And the wind will blow free through the buffalo grass. 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 And soon I will follow them home The geese will return as a symbol of change The elk will be foraging out on the range Once again nature's palette will colour the pass And I will find peace in the buffalo grass. Yes I will find peace in the buffalo grass.
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The line "And soon I will follow them home" reminds me of "we would rather be away from these earthly bodies, for then we will be at home with the Lord." 2 Corinthians 5.8
I love their talent, focus, voice, words.
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It's been 45 days since the snow's have begun
I stare at the fire and long for the sun
As the bitter winds blow through the mouth of the pass
I sit here and dream of the buffalo grass.
The ponies are shaggy, their coats have grown long
With their heads down they huddle together as one
At the window my breath forms a mist on the glass
As I patiently wait for the buffalo grass.
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
And soon I will follow them home.
Molly passed in September and left me alone
Now my heart is as heavy and round as a stone
And too many years have gone by too fast
And I long for the feel of the buffalo grass.
Now the animals sleep as the world holds its breath
The woods are as still ans silent as death
When the mountain streams flow spring will follow at last
And the wind will blow free through the buffalo grass.
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
And soon I will follow them home
The geese will return as a symbol of change
The elk will be foraging out on the range
Once again nature's palette will colour the pass
And I will find peace in the buffalo grass.
Yes I will find peace in the buffalo grass.