The Buffalo Grass Chris LeDoux

It's been 45 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 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

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The seasons still turn and the prairies still yearn
For those who were here long ago
The Sue 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
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 and silent as death
When the mountain streams flow spring will follow at last
And the wind will blow free through the Buffalo Grass