The Buffalo Grass
By Chris Ledoux
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/22/04
Capo 3
It's bee[G]n forty-five days since th[C]e snows have [G]begun
I [G]stare at the fire and [D]long for the sun
As the [C]bitter winds blow through the [G]mouth of the [C]pass
I [G]sit here and dream of the [D]Buffalo [C]grass
The [G]ponies are shaggy; their [C]coats have grown [G]long
With [G]their heads down they huddle to[D]gether as one
At the [C]window my breath forms a [G]mist on the [C]glass
As I [G]patiently wait for the [D]Buffalo [C]grass
Chorus:
The [C]Seasons still turn and the [D]prairies still [G]yearn
For [G]those who were here long a[D]go
The [C]Sioux have all gone and the [G]Bison moved [C]on
And [G]soon I will follow them [D]home
Mollie 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
The animals sleep while the world holds it's breath
The woods are as still and as silent as death
When the mountain streams flow, spring will follow at last
And the wind will blow free through the Buffalo grass
Chorus
The geese will return, a symbol of change
The elk will be foraging out on the range
Once again nature's palette will color the pass
And I will find peace in the Buffalo grass
Yes, I will find peace in the Buffalo grass
By Chris Ledoux
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/22/04
Capo 3
It's bee[G]n forty-five days since th[C]e snows have [G]begun
I [G]stare at the fire and [D]long for the sun
As the [C]bitter winds blow through the [G]mouth of the [C]pass
I [G]sit here and dream of the [D]Buffalo [C]grass
The [G]ponies are shaggy; their [C]coats have grown [G]long
With [G]their heads down they huddle to[D]gether as one
At the [C]window my breath forms a [G]mist on the [C]glass
As I [G]patiently wait for the [D]Buffalo [C]grass
Chorus:
The [C]Seasons still turn and the [D]prairies still [G]yearn
For [G]those who were here long a[D]go
The [C]Sioux have all gone and the [G]Bison moved [C]on
And [G]soon I will follow them [D]home
Mollie 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
The animals sleep while the world holds it's breath
The woods are as still and as silent as death
When the mountain streams flow, spring will follow at last
And the wind will blow free through the Buffalo grass
Chorus
The geese will return, a symbol of change
The elk will be foraging out on the range
Once again nature's palette will color the pass
And I will find peace in the Buffalo grass
Yes, I will find peace in the Buffalo grass
