I wanted to say goodbye to the buffalo in the field
For their spirit have given me a new type of shield
But when I finally reach their stomping grounds
My heart was sadden for they were no where to be found
I stood there and remember how they would prance around
As they knew that this wasn’t just for a hunting ground
So I went and talk to the man on top of the hill
He told me their meat was sold and had them killed
I will always remember the strength in their eyes
but how gentle them seemed when I would start to cry
So as I watch the years pass this old man by
I will listen for their spirit when I here the wind in the sky