the great white buffalo

wild horses running free, bareback warriors ride again, hear the voices from the spirit world, crying out for the indian nation, from the sacred buriel mounds, to the happy hunting grounds, like the moon across the sky, hear the ancient battle cry, give the land back to the nations, let their spirits roam the plains, with the great white buffalo, you were the eagle in the sky, the cunning wolf the running bear, roaming free from the valley to the prairie, you lived as one on the sacred land, from the river down to the sea, in the wind blowing through the trees, round the fire dancing high, hear the ancient battle cry, give the land back to the nations, let their spirits roam the plains, with the great white buffalo, the mighty fires burn across the land, the cherokee and the navaho, call the nations there to be as one, gather here all you native bone, join the spirits hidden in the past, come together for the tribal dance, many here are prepared to die, for the ancient battle cry, give the land back to the nations, let their spirits roam the plains, with the great white buffalo