Buffalo Harvest

When the Black Hills glow
And the northern winds blow
Tomorrow is a buffalo harvest

When a blood red sky
Lights embers in her eyes
It's time for a buffalo harvest

I saw you there
A shadow from the past
A stranger in your own land

You took my hand in yours, firmly and said
Catch the fire, chase the light

Something's moving on the plains tonight
The river sings and trees tell secrets
I lay my head down on this ancient earth
And stare in silence at the ghost horizon
Cheyenne river dreams

When the Black Hills glow
And the crosswinds blow
Tomorrow, a buffalo harvest

Then I saw you there
In the shadows of time
Where do we belong?

You took my hand in yours, firmly and said
Catch the fire, chase the light

Something's moving on the plains tonight
The rivers sing and the forest whispers
I lay my head down on this heaving earth
And stare in silence at the black horizon

Something's moving on the plains tonight
Rivers roll and mountains quiver
A dizzy moon and a lazy rain
We wait like hawks in the prairie grass

Something's moving on the plains tonight
The rivers sing and the forest dances
Her lightning eyes and midnight hair
She crouches low in the prairie grass

For when tomorrow comes