MANY A MILE

Until It’s Time For You To Go
© Buffy Sainte-Marie

This song popped into my head while I was falling in love with someone I knew couldn’t stay with me. The words are about honesty and freedom inside the heart. The following people recorded “Until It’s Time for You to Go”, each in his or her own way, and I sure feel honoured: Elvis Presley, Barbara Streisand, Neil Diamond, Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops Orchestra, Roberta Flack, Bobby Darin, and many more. Thanks.

You’re not a dream
You’re not an angel
You’re a man

I’m not a queen
I’m a woman
Take my hand

We’ll make a space
in the lives
that we’d planned

And here we’ll stay
Until it’s time
for you to go

Yes we’re different
Worlds apart
We’re not the same

We laughed and played
at the start
like in a game

You could’ve stayed
outside my heart
but in you came

And here you’ll stay
until it’s time
for you to go

Don’t ask why
Don’t ask how
Don’t ask forever
Love me now

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

Don’t ask why
Don’t ask how
Don’t ask forever
Love me now

You’re not a dream
You’re not an angel
You’re a man

I’m not a queen
I’m a woman
Take my hand

We’ll make a space
in the lives
that we’d planned
And here we’ll stay
Until it’s time
for you to go.

The Piney Wood Hills
© Buffy Sainte-Marie.

This is a love song for home, wherever a person finds it. As I’ve travelled around the world, there have been many places that made the song feel new to me. Bobby Bare made it a country hit in 1967.

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

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 like a poor man
or a king if God wills
but I’m on my way home
to the piney wood hills.