Buffalo Dreams - Tom Paxton

Just one more child of the prairie

Whisperin' prairie winds blow through my soul

Her endless skies amaze me still

And I expect they always will

And some envisions out past my control

Conestoga wagons in their thousands

A-carried restless hearts across these plains

Dreams of fertile land or gold

Fed a hunger uncontrolled

And bred an endless line of wagon trains

Jack-knife winds won’t ever cease their blowing

Summer sun’s burned down on dwindlin' streams

Women stand in doorways looking southward

While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams

I stand starlight struck tonight in Kansas

Beside a trail still visible today

Soon these fields of waving weed will

Rise in the summer rain and heat ‘til

Harvest crews come carry them away

Jack-knife winds won’t ever cease their blowing

Summer sun burns down on dwindlin' streams

Women stand in doorways lookin' southward

While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams

Something in her prairie soil has bound me

Whispering grasses are my evening song

Steamboats on the wide Missouri

Whistle as they barrel through

Prepared tonight to carry me along

And the jack-knife winds won’t ever cease their blowing

Summer sun burns down on dwindlin' streams

Women stand in doorways lookin' southward

While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams

The old men lie and dream their buffalo dream