As They Come

Words and music by Bill Price

Perhaps I am a pilgrim or easily impressed
But I went in search of myself in the wilderness

I put my foot far into paradise with no sentry by my side
Well beyond the makings of mankind, a boy rose up inside

The wild and saintly wander where spirits rendezvous
The hills were black in reputation but the sky spoke to me in brilliant blue

I was hours beyond miles with only angels as my guide
When you rose up to meet me, I had no earthly place to hide

Unwitnessed confrontation in that vast last empty place
In your eye of life, I was suspect but you left me packing out with grace

Buffalo, I know we're not a likely rhyme
But when we're juxtaposed, my weakness shows, heaven knows, my spirit grows
In these spots of time

You confirmed my holy passport - stamped Now approved to roam
And as you did, I did discover, time and place and home

You raised in me respect as big brothers sometimes do
Showed me how to hear my heart beat in time with awe and gratitude

You asked of me anticipation, as the seasons do, to survive
Pressed deep in me your patience and you taught me how it feels to be alive

Buffalo, I know we're not a likely rhyme
But when we're juxtaposed, my weakness shows, heaven knows, my spirit grows
In these spots of time

Fifty million wanderers in God's image on the plain
A few hundred left at last, facing greed's highballing train

The Sioux, they say you're sacred - the white man thinks you're dumb
All I see is majesty - you're as brave and bold and beautiful as they come

Perhaps I am a pilgrim or easily impressed
When I stumbled on you, I stumbled on me in the wilderness
So, God bless the buffalo

© 2017 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)