THE PATHFINDER – BURIED TREASURES

Generation
© Words & Music by Buffy Sainte-Marie

Kids were sent from heaven inside to lead you to the future
Wrap their eyes in blindfolds and still they’ll find their way
Blind their lives with pills and lies and still they find their vision
And soon they’ll leave you to your yesterday

And they’ll sing goodbye scars of history
And goodbye bankers’ trust
Aquarius is shining and the sun is one of us
And me I don’t wanna go to the moon
I’m gonna leave that moon alone
I just want to dance with the Rosebud Sioux this summer
Yes, yes, yes

The media is saturated but the sweetgrass still grows tall
And Jesse John Blackbear talks to God in Cleveland, O-hi-yo
And Washington is joking but the Navajos are not
And the Senecas just arrived in Arizona.

I talked to seven congressmen, their ears were filled with gold
That their grandfathers had stolen out of the Black Hills
But it really doesn’t matter ’cause their children hear me well
And they will dream the dream my Mother sends to them.

Sweet Little Vera
© Words & Music by Buffy Sainte-Marie

Hoo hoo Hoo hoo Hoo hoo

Sweet Little Vera You’ll know her when you hear her
Sweet little prancer Rocknroll dancer
Ha va va va va va

Sweet little Vera not yet sixteen
She da kine, a rocknroll machine
Sweet Little Vera You’ll know her when you hear her
Ha va va va va va

Sweet Little Vera You’ll know her when you hear her
Ha va va va va va
Sweet little sister Heaven must’ve kissed her
Ha va va va va va

She’s got a way that’s bound to please
She go up on her toes then down on her knees
Sweet Little Vera You’ll know her when you hear her
Ha va va va va va

Hoo hoo Ho hoo Hoo hoo

Hong Kong Star Boy
© Words & Music by Buffy Sainte-Marie

First time I saw your face
I knew the languages I knew
would never do for one like you: would they Baby?

Once a boy fell from a star
and he changed to who you are.
You didn’t know I knew it: did you Baby?

I went home and wrote a book
about the way you look,
or the way I see you.

I went home to dream a dream
about the way you seem,
though I don’t know you.

Instrumental

Once a boy fell from the sun
and he changed into someone
who I remember.

He was something like yourself.
He got left upon the shelf
cause no one dared.

First time I saw your face
I knew the languages I knew
would never do for one like you.

Baby Baby what do you say?
Do you think that there’s a way
for me to know you?

Instrumental

Eagle Man / Changing Woman
© Words & Music by Buffy Sainte-Marie

In 1974 I made a record with Norbert Putnam called “Changing Woman”, which took its title from this song. I’d been spending time with Apache and Navajo friends, and their beautiful religious poetry inspired me in many ways.

Eagle Man
climbing the skies
Red light of evening
falls like rain
Rainbow’s my yarn
The sky is my loom
I will weave sunsets
later on

Snow Woman
Climbing the wind
Blue light of winter
fills her baskets
Oh woh-h Changing Woman
Dance on the weather
Lightning and feathers
mark her trail

Life Lovers
splinting the worlds
Healing the broken
and the lame
Reach out to me
Give me your hands
We close the circuits of time

Angel Ranger
Stay here by me
Guide my transmission
of energy
Oldest religion
simple and clear
Pour out a lesson
into my dream

Eagle Man
climbing the skies
Red light of evening
falls like rain
Rainbows my yarn
The sky is my loom
I will weave sunsets
later on.

Starwalker: For the American Indian Movement
© Words & Music by Buffy Sainte-Marie

This is one of my favourite songs, not only because it’s a gas to sing it, but also because it’s about the incredible energy of our contemporary Indian people. Because of what our ancestors went through for us. I sing it for all our generations past, and all our generations yet to come.

Starwalker he’s a friend of mine
You’ve seen him looking fine he’s a
straight talker
he’s a Starwalker don’t drink no wine
ay way hey o heya

Wolf Rider she’s a friend of yours
You’ve seen her opening doors
She’s a history turner
she’s a sweetgrass burner and a
dog soldier
ay hey way hey way heya

Holy light guard the night
Pray up your medicine song oh
straight dealer you’re a spirit healer
keep going on
ay hey way hey way heya

Lightning Woman Thunderchild
Star soldiers one and all oh
Sisters, Brothers all together
Aim straight Stand tall
Starwalker he’s a friend of mine
You’ve seen him looking fine he’s a
straight talker
He’s a Starwalker don’t drink no wine
ay way hey o hey …

Mongrel Pup
© Words & Music by Buffy Sainte-Marie

Robots of gloom they come and go
Don’t let em get you down
Laughter is the grease of growth
support your local clown
Don’t ever be afraid to smile
at what you really love
Laughter is the grease of growth. Yeah.

Little boys love the Gypsy woman
who lives down on the beach
They love her flashy Gypsy skirt
and nothing on beneath
They love her ferris wheel legs
her roller coaster eyes
Little boys love the Gypsy woman. Yeah.

Little girls love the nature boy
who lives among the shells
they love to see him body surf
upon their little selves
They love his silky seaweed hair
They love his sunset eyes
Little girls love the nature boy

And Baby is a mongrel pup
Hybrid mutant girl
cross-bred nomad stronghead
and Happy in the big bad world
We are the Space Age Council of
Intertribal Straight Ahead
And maybe youre a mongrel pup. Yeah.