

Sweet Tender Love
Tender sweet love. Come and find this field.
White Buffalo looking at your heart of steel. Little calf says, I love
you. Little calf says, I love you. Tender is the heart, the place I
impart. Where you gone astray, look at my heart today and feel my love,
tender and true blue. White Buffalo Mother talks to her child, a little
calf knows how to smile. And together ............ along the green grass
grows. There is a horn to blow Inside. I want to touch this sky. I want
to share my heart of love where pure of heart is near. Mother and Child
knows tears.
We run across the plains, where the white buffalo
came to show thine name. We together leaped and bound, now together a
great sound. We are moving towards this light. We are making it a holy
strife. And together we will learn, how to burn, the holy place of the
green grass fields. We are the yield.
All the little children,
cry with tender hearts. Mother and Calf look at you, with such tender
hearts. All together, we will climb these fields .We will share and make
all real. We will climb the mountain tall. We will watch all fall. And
rise once again. Look at me children where you wind. Mother and Calf
knows your sin, yet in this mighty tender daze, the piercing wave, love
is on the roam again. We will find a place to cry. We will spill hearty
eyes. We will dream a great dream, only dreamers could dream. Impossible
you say, how can we cry.? You wonder how it will be the wise. Great
Mother on this land she knows, all the tears exposed, nothing is hid
from her. And she still love you, always giving to you a place to roam,
the sacred fields of this throne, the horns of God call out the mighty
roar.
mother and calf know true, that love is part of all of you.
You are the magic in the fields, we are on the wheel. We pray and bow.
Love is the waking of the dawn, we sing a sacred living song, with
tender hearts today. Listen to the children play. Birds are singing
waiting for you, just so you can get through. Love is the white star on
your heart, come and reign to the land of no more shame, tender and pure
is near. Love will gift you a cheer. Holding all that went wrong,
singing for that song, to bring in a new again. Just like the green
grass that grows, love is the place we will sow. And our tears of love
will make you mighty doves. We will be fore you, become relatives true.
White
Buffalo Mother and her calf, the white stars spoke at last. We call it
Grandfather, the mighty star of the true, where in the darkness he did
shine, in the light of the many who gone blind. We will show you true,
where love is tender in the good knews. Holy Eagle fly high, it is time
to catch that sky. We are on this way, to bring in miracles today. And
when we hear the song, tell us all that did go wrong, did a upside down a
smile instead of a frown, love did wage this war. We are on the born
star. Each child walked this far. And I tell you true... you are a star
too. There is nothing you can not do, when you are dreaming the true.
Love is the place where we stand together, oyate strong like the vine,
people of this chime. Rhythm and rhyme.
White Buffalo Calf Woman
sings for you, to tell you true blue. Love is on the land today, to make
this chase, a place to cry once more. The holy ghost dance adores. Love
is the place where we are a tribe. We are the many nations we did cry,
taking it all home for you, the sacred living true blue.
Holiness
David Father Red Hand, he told you with his beat, love is the tender
cry, look out for your tribe, all together we are strong. And if we act
like stars, then we will be flowing so very far. We will become dreams,
the land of teams, locating each star. I knew you were not very far.Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
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