The title song was conceived while driving through Central Montana’s Judith Basin in the late spring of 1996. This area, also known as Charlie Russell Country, was traditionally southern range of the Blackfeet Indian Nation and arguably one of the richest buffalo producing regions of North America.

Come gather ‘round me young and old
Girls and boys, there’ll be stories told
About the land that taught us to talk
With Mother’s hand we learn to walk
Travel back in time to the last ice age
With the Sun’s creation fully engaged
Spirits and heroes, tricksters and fools
There’s something for everyone
I now anoint this play,
The Buffalo Café

A symphony on waving grass
Was composed by Sun and cast
With characters of wing and fur
Beneath the water, creatures stirred
Our Creator’s voice was the thunder roll
All of creation shared one soul
Spirits and heroes, tricksters and fools
A spark within everyone
Nature’s anointed play,
The Buffalo Café

Mustangs and eagles weaving circles with the Sun
They were and still are part of everyone
I’m looking for the wings to fly
And hooves to touch the earth
Where we’ll be free again
There we can see again
The home that was known at our birth

So, gather ‘round me young and old
Girls and boys, there’ll be stories told
About the land that taught us to talk
With Mother’s hand we’ll learn to walk
We’ll travel back in time to the last ice age
With the Sun’s creation fully engaged
Spirits and heroes, tricksters and fools
There’s something for everyone
I now anoint this play,
The Buffalo Café

Nature’s anointed play...
The Buffalo Café
The Buffalo Café
The Buffalo Café

The Buffalo Cafe