Buffalo Grass taby ukulele według Chris Ledox

Capo 3

          G                         C            G
It’s been forty-five days since the snows have begun
  G                     D
I stare at the fire and long for the sun
       C                             G            C
As the bitter winds blow through the mouth of the pass
  G                         D       C 
I sit here and dream of the Buffalo grass
    G                        C                G
The ponies are shaggy; their coats have grown long
     G                              D
With their heads down they huddle together as one
       C                        G           C
At the window my breath forms a mist on the glass
     G                      D       C  
As I patiently wait for the Buffalo grass


Chorus:
    C                          D              G
The Seasons still turn and the prairies still yearn
    G                         D
For those who were here long ago
    C                           G           C 
The Sioux have all gone and the Bison moved on
    G                       D
And soon I will follow them home

          G                   C            G
Mollie passed in September and left me alone
  G                           D
Now my heart is as heavy and round as a stone
       C              G            C
Too many years have gone by too fast
  G                              D       C 
And I long for the feel of the Buffalo grass
          G                   C            G
The animals sleep while the world holds it’s breath
  G                           D
The woods are as still and as silent as death
       C                                  G            C
When the mountain streams flow, spring will follow at last
  G                                     D       C 
And the wind will blow free through the Buffalo grass

Chorus:
    C                          D              G
The Seasons still turn and the prairies still yearn
    G                         D
For those who were here long ago
    C                           G           C 
The Sioux have all gone and the Bison moved on
    G                       D
And soon I will follow them home


    G                   C            G
The geese will return, a symbol of change
  G                           D
The elk will be foraging out on the range
       C                                  G            C
Once again nature’s palette will color the pass
  G                         D       C 
And I will find peace in the Buffalo grass
  G                         D       C 
Yes, I will find peace in the Buffalo grass