Spoken: Here is a song for the prairies, for the old buffalo
Yellow flowers in the sunny blue
Meadow lark is singing a song
Peace in the air, love every where
To us such a place belongs
Look all around the world
Easy goes the days
I'm talking about a future of happiness
Where man and animals play
There is a lonesome old buffalo
Roaming on the plains all alone
He does not have anybody
He doesn't even have a home
He stands quiet in the morning star
His shaggy head is hanging low
Oh but his dreams fly high as the sky alright
And he'll join them by and by, he knows
Where do you think we are going
Where do you think this will lead
What are the things worth knowing
That will satisfy our every need
Well I stood upon a mountain top
Saw the river running to the sea
There was a long line of humanity
Trying to get a boat to set them free
I saw a man with his family
His love for them was clean and true
He was searching in the trees for the river to take them
To the god he knew
And I read a book that told me
Some things that seemed to touch my soul
That old Abraham he was a humble man
Living in the days of old
He just pulled out the stakes one day
And left this old world behind
He did not know where he was going to
He did not know what he would find
Where do you think we are going
Where do you think this will lead
What are things worth knowing
That will satisfy our every need
There is a lonesome old buffalo
Roaming on the plains all alone
He does not have anybody
He doesn't even have a home
Yellow flowers in the sunny blue
Meadow lark is singing a song
Peace in the air love everywhere
To us such a place belongs
Where do you think we are going
Where do you think this will lead
What are the things worth knowing
That will satisfy our every need
Where do you think we are going to
Where do you think this will lead
What are the things worth knowing all about
That will satisfy our every need