Rolling Grasslands

And I was like a buffalo
Wild and temperamental
I heard your whisper in a gale
Blowing through my rolling grasslands

And you were like a howling breeze
A whistling wind, blowing leaves
Painted in the summer sky
I'll follow you through the middle of the night

Through the middle of the night
Rolling through my grasslands
Through the middle of the night
Rolling through my grasslands

Through the middle of the night
Rolling through my grasslands
Through the middle of the night
Rolling through my grasslands
Through my grasslands

And I was like a buffalo
Wild and temperamental



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Jeanson
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