I let out a loud cry to the spirit in the sky
To bring the white buffalo to sit by my side
For I need it’s spirit to help me get by
My spirit is hurting as I want to cry
The land has been changed as the ground is gone
For where we would sit and talk is now just a sad song
There is no rangeland for us to roam
And instead of trees you see nothing but homes
They keep telling me this is what we call progress in life
And they look funny when you tell them it is like stabbing me with a knife
So I sit and wait for the buffalo to come to me
And take this spirit and then we both will be free
For it is not what we have done on this earth
But to share are knowledge with the new birth
Maybe they will be able to keep the spirit high
As I stand in the sky with the buffalo by my side