캐나다 거주 크리 인디언의 딸로 태어나 백인 가정에 입양되어 자란 버피 세인트 마리. 60년대 포크신에 등장하여 미국 사회에 대한 신랄한 독설과 아메리카 인디언의 역사에 대한 재조명을 통해 독특한 위치를 차지한 이 여성 포크 싱어의 60년대 음악여정을 정리한 앨범. 후에 도노반에 의해 히트를 한 반전 운동 찬가<UNIVERSAL SOLDIER>,인디언 역사에 대한 한없는 연민을 담은 <NOW THAT THE BUFFALO`S GONE>을 비롯해 조니 미첼의 <CIRCLE GAME>등 수록 .... ....
Every little baby that's ever been born, Been spanked and made to cry Every young woman that's ever been loved, Been shaken and made to sigh Every young woman that's ever been loved, Has told, told me true Take his heart and run away as he would do to you
Every young man I've ever seen, Been mean as he could be Every last one I've loved, And run as he would do to me Take it from me that a man can be more trouble, Than you'll ever know He'll love you some and when he's done, He'll laugh and let you go
So they told me, and they told me little else But I tell you to better find out for yourself
Handsome stride and shoulders wide disguise a heart of stone Lovers' wiles and tender smiles are better left alone With his head hung low and his shoulders down And a tear in the bottom of his shoe He'll beg and tease and vow on his knees, And then betray you, true He'll say I'm tired, I'm broke, I'm sick I love you, while he cries He'll say I'm sorry through his tears and all the time he lies Shudder and sulk when he's at his best Try one if you will You can have mine and all the rest, you know I've had my fill
So they told me, and they told me little else But I tell you to better find out for yourself
Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you're older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him, Take your time, it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
I've damn near walked this world around Another city, another town Another friend to say goodbye And another time to sit and cry
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
Oh, it's many a mile I have spent on this road It's many a mile I have gone
So, I'll fill my glass up to the brim And through my glass, my world looks dim I know outside there's love somewhere Maybe, my rambling 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
We are drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load Like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired
And I know me a few men in my time None of them worth a lousy dime And they make me work like a doggone slave Won't be happy till I'm in my grave
And I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired
My world you don't took it and torn it in two Who'd ever thought it of a boy like you It looked hot, I thought it was a sugar and spice Salty water turned to ice
I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired
La da da da da da La da da da da da Guess who I saw in Paris Guess who I saw in Paris Standing in the street with his thumbs hooked in his belt Standing with his thumbs hooked in his belt Standing in the street with his thumbs hooked in his belt Looking all of seventeen
Guess who invited him up to her room Guess who made him some tea Guess who got spaced with him, played his guitar
Guess who fell asleep on his arm
Guess who got lost in his eyes Guess who kissed him goodnight Guess who phoned me up this morning while I was still asleep Not like waking up at all
La da da da da da Been dreaming of La da da da da da La da da da da da
I'm a rambler and a rover and a wanderer it seems I've travelled 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 as 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
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
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 as a poor man or a king if God wills But I'm on my way home to the Piney Wood Hills
Hey, I got a girl at the head of the creek Goin up to see her about 2 times a week Kiss her on the mouth, sweet as any wine Wrap herself around me like a sweet potato vine
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run Goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl Goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl
Now the girls up Cripple Creek about half-grown Jump on a boy like a dog on a bone Roll my britches up to my knees Wade ol Cripple Creek whenever I please
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run Goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl Goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl
Now, Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep Wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep Hills are steep and the roads are muddy and I'm so dizzy that I can't stand steady I'm
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run Goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl Goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl.
Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Merry Christmas, Jingle Bells Christ is born and the devil?s in Hell Hearts they shrink pockets swell Everybody know and nobody tell Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Oh the sins of Caesar's men Cry the pious citizens Who petty thieve the 5 and 10s And the big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Blame the angels, blame the fates Blame the Jews or your sister Kate Teach your children how to hate And the big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Turn your back on weeds you?ve hoed Silly sinful seeds you?ve sowed Add your straw to the camel?s load Pray like Hell when your world explode Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Swing your girl fiddler say Later on the piper pay Do see do, swing and sway Dead will dance on judgment day Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around
Winter boy, born on a snowy day Came to me on a rainy afternoon
And there'd been summer love Love I trusted far too well, got away and winter's spell had broke my heart and left me all alone And looking for a home to rest my weary heart for just a while
Then I found it in the smile of a boy A little boy with midnight in his hair And promise in his eyes of days and nights still yet to be Days and nights he'd cling to me
For I am winter's lady and he is winter's child
Though there be summers yet And the smell of pine comes crying to my heart Still my joy and my security will lie beside the boy of less impurity The little boy with midnight in his hair and diamonds in his eyes Diamonds made of trust and love for me and gleaming at me all the afternoon
My feet, they are naked, my hands on my hips My eyes to the ocean and open my lips Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
They come with a crash on the crest of a roar And they're out of their boats and they're on to the shore Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
And they wrench with the rain and they strain with the rope They dig I the sand and they bend to the smoke Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
And the weight of the men and the sound of the sea The hardness of them and the softness of me Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores
And I'll stand with the fishermen, silent and gay I'll eat of the sun and I'll drink of the spray Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh los pescadores