And I was like a buffalo Wild and temperamental I heard your whisper in a gale Blowing through my rolling grasslands And you were like a howling breeze A whistling wind, blowing leaves Painted in the summer sky I'll follow you through the middle of the night Through the middle of the night Rolling through my grasslands Through the middle of the night Rolling through my grasslands Through the middle of the night Rolling through my grasslands Through the middle of the night Rolling through my grasslands Through my grasslands And I was like a buffalo Wild and temperamental