A sacred omen, a sign from above
She came in a time of great need, with gifts all around
For the Yellowstone herd, the last of its kind
The buffalo roam, the people rejoice
The white buffalo calf, a sacred sight
Brings hope for the future, a blessing of love
As the white calf stands tall, a powerful provoke
The herd in Yellowstone, the last of its kind
To show the people how to live, how to pray, how to grow
Oh Great Spirit, hear our song
The white calf returns, we raise up our voice
A beacon of hope, a future so bright
But now a new chapter, a chance to renew
For centuries the tribes have passed down
The herds were decimated, the people suffered too
Guide us to restore what was lost for so long
The land, the culture, the bond that was broke
The story of the White Buffalo Woman
May the Great Spirit's blessings forever be entwined.
The white buffalo calf has arrived