Sandhill Crane in the snow

there’s a place in Wisconsin they call it sandhill and they had wild buffalo, and this is how the story goes. You see it was born in a place where there was fresh spring, and a little Bluff out back that they called the Indian Hill. There was a tree ring for dancing all night and I believe that’s where some Indians settled their fight and be right. I’ll be wrong. I wrote the little song because there is a burial ground in a holy place too, and I just wanted to tell you I feel good a new.