The white buffalo calf has arrived
A sacred omen, a sign from above
The herd in Yellowstone, the last of its kind
Brings hope for the future, a blessing of love

Oh Great Spirit, hear our song
Guide us to restore what was lost for so long
The buffalo roam, the people rejoice
The white calf returns, we raise up our voice

For centuries the tribes have passed down
The story of the White Buffalo Woman
She came in a time of great need, with gifts all around
To show the people how to live, how to pray, how to grow

The herds were decimated, the people suffered too
But now a new chapter, a chance to renew
The land, the culture, the bond that was broke
As the white calf stands tall, a powerful provoke

The white buffalo calf, a sacred sight
A beacon of hope, a future so bright
For the Yellowstone herd, the last of its kind
May the Great Spirit's blessings forever be entwined.

Who would suspect me? (Who?)
Pillar of community (Yeah)
Wife and kids, living free (Free)
Dark secrets, can't you see? (See?)
Can you honestly say (What?)
Never wanted someone gone? (Nah)
Fleeting thought on a bad day (Day)
When someone's done you wrong (Wrong)

Little Jimmy, eight years old, called to the study
Headmaster's cane, but fate got bloody
Tripped and fell, pen through the eye
Who would suspect? Just a little guy
Angel face, scraped knees, first to yell for help
Picture of innocence, yeah, that's how I dealt
Teenage years, crush had a different beau
Bike accident, tragic, but put on a show
Found him first, tears in my eyes
Blood on my hands, perfect alibi
Who would suspect? The grieving friend
Got the girl too, but that had to end

Workshop drama, boss caught in the lathe
Tried to stop it, but a second too late
First on scene, shock on my face
Who would suspect? I set the pace
Years roll by, bodies pile up
Accidents happen, that's just my luck
Neighbour's kid, music too loud
Car exploded, drew quite a crowd
Who would suspect? Upstanding citizen
Church volunteer, reputation heaven-sent
Hiding darkness behind this mask
Getting away with every task

Now I'm Old James, grandkids on my knee
Looking back on a life lived secretly
Family tradition, hope they'll carry on
My legacy when I'm dead and gone
Who would suspect? The doting grandpa
Telling stories, but not the real saga
Lifetime of secrets, hidden so well
Truth behind smiles, no one can tell