Buffy



Buffy Sainte-Marie, (February 20, 1941) is a Cree singer-songwriter, musician, composer, visual artist, educator and activist born in Saskatchewan, Canada.

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Buffy Sainte-Marie was a graduating college senior in 1962 and hit the ground running in the early Sixties, after the beatniks and before the hippies. All alone she toured North America’s colleges, reservations and concert halls.

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Buffy Sainte-Marie & Big Bird on Sesame Street, Visiting New Mexico (x).

1.Must I Go Bound (Listen // Lyrics)

2.Los Pescadores (Listen // Lyrics)

3.Groundhog (Listen // Lyrics)

4.On the Banks of Red Roses (Listen // Lyrics)

5.Fixin’ to Die (Listen // Lyrics)

6.Until It’s Time for You to Go (Listen // Lyrics)

7.The Piney Wood Hills (Listen // Lyrics)

8.Welcome, Welcome Emigrante (Listen // Lyrics)

9.Broke Down Girl (Listen // Lyrics)

10.Johnny Be Fair (Listen // Lyrics)

11.Maple Sugar Boy (Listen // Lyrics)

12.Lazarus (Listen // Lyrics)

13.Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies (Listen // Lyrics)

14.Many a Mile (Listen // Lyrics)

Many a Mile (Many a Mile, 1965)

I damn near walked this world around
Another city, another town
Another friend to say goodbye
And another time to sit and cry
Ohhh it’s many a mile I have spent on this road
It’s many a mile I have gone

Well there was one, he knew me best
You know he gave my poor heart rest
He was my world, my heart, my dear
And now he’s gone to God knows where
Ohhh it’s many a mile I have spent on this road
It’s many a mile I have gone

I’ve seen your towns, they’re all the same
The only difference is in a name
And the only home I ever known
Was a suitcase and the open road
Ohhh it’s many a mile I have spent on this road
It’s many a mile I have gone

So I fill my glass
Up to the brim
And thru my glass
My world looks dim
I know outside there’s light somewhere
Maybe my ramblin’ will take me there

Oh it’s many a mile
I have spent on this road
It’s many a mile I have gone
And it’s many a mile
I have spent on this road
It’s many a mile I will go

Buffy Sainte-Marie: Many a Mile, Many a Mile (1965)

A Tribe Called Red and Buffy Sainte-Marie

The Piney Wood Hills (Many a Mile, 1965)

I’m a rambler and a rover
And a wanderer it seems
I’ve traveled all over
Chasing after my dreams
But a dream should come true
And a heart should be filled
And a life should be lived
In the piney wood hills

I’ll return to the woodlands
I’ll return to the snow
I’ll return to the hills
And the valley below
I’ll return like a poor man
Or a king if God wills
But I’m on my way home
To the piney wood hills

I was raised on a song there
I done right I done wrong there
And it’s true I belong there
And it’s true it’s my home

From ocean to ocean
I’ve rambled and roamed
And soon I’ll return
To my piney wood home
Maybe someday I’ll find
Someone who will
Love as I love my piney wood hills

Buffy Sainte-Marie: The Piney Wood Hills, 1965 version

Buffy Sainte-Marie

“This love of mine had no beginning it has no end.
I was an oak; now I’m a willow; now I can bend.
And though I’ll never in my life see you again;
Still I’ll stay until it’s time for you to go.”

Buffy Sainte-Marie, Until It’s Time For You To Go (via naked-spirit)

I’m sorry for not posting much lately, I have been going through some personal stuff. I will try to get back to posting more regularly soon. Thank you, for staying. In the meantime ,I hope that you are all as excited as I am for Buffy’s new album and that you had/will have an opportunity to see her preform this summer. 

Love.

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Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies (Many a Mile, 1965)

Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
Be careful how you court young men, men.
They’re like the stars on a summer morning.
First they’ll appear and then they’re gone.

If I’d a know’d before I courted
I never would have courted none, none.
I’d wrap my heart in a box of golden
And fasten her up with a silver pin.

Do you remember when first we courted
And your head lay on my breast.
You could make me believe with the falling of your eye
That the sun rose in the West.

I wish I were a little swallow
That I had wings and I could fly, fly.
I’d fly away to my false true lover
And what he said now I would deny.

But I am not no little sparrow.
I have no wings, neither can I fly.
So I’ll sit alone in my grief and sorrow
And try to pass these tears abye.

Come all ye fair and tender ladies.
Be careful how you court young men, men.
They’re like the stars on a summer morning.
First they’ll appear and then they’re gone.

Buffy Sainte-Marie : Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies

Lazurus (Many a Mile, 1965)

Well, the high sheriff he told the deputy.
He said a, “Go out and bring me Laz’rus.”
Well, the high sheriff he told the deputy,
he said - a, “Go out and bring me Laz’rus.”
Bring him dead or alive, oh Lord.
Bring him dead or alive.

And the deputy began to wonder
Just where in the world they could find him.
And the deputy began to wonder
Just where in the world they could find him.
Well, I don’t know, oh Lord.
Well, I just don’t know.

They found poor Lazarus
They found him up between two mountains.
They found poor Lazarus
They found him up between two mountains.
And they brought him down, oh Lord,
They brought him down.

And what they, what they used
And what they used was a great big number.
And what they, what they used
And what they used was a great big number.
Number forty-four, oh Lord,
Number forty-four.

And they took poor Lazarus
They took him down to the commissary counter.
And they took poor Lazarus
They took him down to the commissary counter.
And they lowered him down, oh Lord,
And they lowered him down.

And Lazarus’ poor mother
Well, she couldn’t go to the funeral.
And Lazarus’ poor mother
Well, she couldn’t go to the funeral.
She didn’t have no shoes, oh Lord,
She didn’t have no shoes.

I tell you, high sheriff,
I tell you one of your men is going to leave you.
I tell you, high sheriff,
I tell you one of your men is going to leave you.
Come next pay day, oh Lord,
Come next pay day.

Buffy Sainte-Marie: Lazarus

From Toronto Weekend Magazine, 1966: Buffy Sainte-Marie, Emile Piapot and his wife Clara.

Buffy was orphaned and later adopted out of Craven, Saskatchewan (Canada) by a part Mi’kmaq woman from Maine-Massachusetts. At the age of eighteen Buffy returned to Saskatchewan to reconnect with her roots, unfortunately her records were missing, the youngest son of Chief Piapot, Emile Piapot and his wife Clara, adopted her as their daughter through a formal ceremony.

Buffy describing her experience: “They did things to me only an Indian girl would understand, the ceremony was as sacred to me as any marriage would be; it was on that level.

Photography by Bruce Moss.

Thank you for the scans, Ellis-Dee