White Buffalo

Thundering foam the hits the keel, like powder blazed by flints,
The figure-head is riding high with his face right to the wind
The hull that creaks in every joint is hammering the sea
Determined it will ride the main, it will last eternally
It rips the wild and stormy sea like a heavy charge of pride
Book and eye are moved by storm, the ropes are holding tight
The rudder's beating left and right, the ship in seesaw motion
The proudness of a majesty is banning all devotion
Like a whirlwind, rushing over the sea
Like a whirlwind, blowing fast, blowing free
Like a whirlwind, a raving storm in the night
Like a whirlwind, going mad, going wild
Thundering foam the hits the keel, like powder blazed by flints,
the figure-head is riding high with his face right to the wind
The hull that creaks in every joint is hammering the sea
Determined it will ride the main, it will last eternally
Like a whirlwind, rushing over the sea
Like a whirlwind, blowing fast, blowing free
Like a whirlwind, a raving storm in the night
Like a whirlwind, going mad, going wild



or

Saxon
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 burial 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 great white buffalo
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
Give the land back to the nations
Let their spirits roam the plains
With the great white buffalo

The great white buffalo


or


White Buffalo
© 1976 Rod MacDonald, Blue Flute Music (ASCAP)

They say you've got to lose before you can win
they say you've got to choose before you can give in
and you've got to cut loose to get back again
and it's a long way back home

they say you've got to fall before you can land
they say you've got to crawl before you can stand
and you've got to lose it all to get what you planned
and it's a long way back home

(chorus)
and it's a long way, a long way back home
when you're standing on some place you've never known
and I might see you where the rivers flow
like me you're looking for white buffalo

they say you've got to die before you can live
they say you've got to cry before you can give
and you've got to say goodbye to get back again
and it's a long way back home

they say you've got to seed what you're going to grow
they say you've got to need what you're going to let go
anf you've got to believe what you're going to know
and it's a long way back home

(chorus)                              

so I say to you farewell for we will meet again
in the hottest flames of hell I could only call you friend
and when you hear that final bell, do not ask whose round you're in
till you've found your way back home