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CD THEME: The discovery of self, finding and owning our own special gifts, talents, unique personality, our individual song, our voice, our own special-ness - Sacred Ground. Printed lyrics appear below sometimes followed by stories and photos specific to the creation of that song.
Sacred Ground - finding,
accepting, and living by truth. These songs became a part of me while
living in "Paha Sapa" (Lakota for the Black Hills). Sacred things that
make us unique- our dreams, talents, our self respect - these are
validated only when we openly share who we are and what we know - our
own special individual-ness - come what may. Just as the earth and all
creation is precious and thus sacred in its processes of constant
growth, renewal of life - an activity that continually affirms the
perfect principles that make it beautiful and whole, Sacred Ground is
about solidifying dreams consciously becoming, which process itself
represents a spiritual journey, an expression of a deep love of life, a
faith in and deep appreciation for the Great Giver of Life. These songs
describe and reflect my journey to my Sacred Ground. By sharing them
with you, I pray you may also gain the courage to approach and cultivate
your own.
Many thanks to these precious souls who made this recording blossom -
David Allen for outstanding artistic skills and talents, shared with a
large, loving and generous heart; Beverly Swift Pony, Steve Hoey and
family for their thoughtful support; and to so many loving friends who
offered a kind word of encouragement without knowing how afraid I was of
my own dream. Thank you, Lee, for never letting me give up on myself -
this one is for you.
1.
Blind at Three Forks
(3:47)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions
ASCAP
You
said you'd call me, you haven't - I wait and I wonder and I cry
You told me our love is beginning - but I'm standing here feeling it
die
You kissed me, but not with feeling - you smiled, but just from your
face
My doubt about your sincerity is a haunting your words can't erase
It's like Standing, blind, at three forks - not seeing past the bend
in the road
Standing, blind, at three forks - not sure of the way I should go.
Excuses mark your conversation, as your eyes wander all 'round the room
You laugh at the doubt I'm expressing - and your cheer seems to add
to my gloom
My questions are met with derision - my truth is far different than
yours
And as you work hard to explain it - I feel myself edge for the door.
Standing, blind, at three forks - not seeing past the bend in the road
Standing, blind, at three forks - not sure of the way I should go.
Worried and un-holy, Stuck in the past, Goals reached too slowly,
Life moves too fast.
Too busy, too tired, Too rushed, too mired, In stuff, in routine -
Stop for a dream!
Search for the cause. Remember to breathe. Remember to pause.
Give way to peace.
Unclutter your life. It's ok to cry. Let go. Release. Simplify - SIMPLIFY!
No, I've never been much good at directions - writing them is such an
ordeal
Then reading while driving is a problem - with my white knuckles turning
the wheel.
No, I can't stand at three forks forever - can't keep my life always
on hold
Got to choose for myself a direction - and get moving on back down the
road.
Not, Standing, blind, at three forks - not seeing past the bend in the
road
Standing, blind, at three forks - not sure of the way I should go.
STORY BEHIND THE SONG: This song was written while I stopped to buy gas at Three Forks Country Store between Hill City and Keystone. It's a song about situations and relationships that are confusing (with an unknown "hidden agenda") and seem to be going nowhere - and that are probably better left behind! This song marks the BEGINNING of my music dreams - all I needed to do was take that first step down the right path!!!
2. Wyoming's
Yesterday (6:17)
Words and Music by Patty
Clayton © 2000
Cimarron Wind Music BMI
For words to this song email patty@cimarronwind.com
.
Written as "Montana's Yesterday" permission granted to change "Montana"
lyric to "Wyoming" for this project. Two words - used in a respectful
and yet a sorrowful way in this song as originally written in Patty
Clayton's song, "Red Skin" became a part of the English vocabulary in
a very sad time in America's history. Patty Clayon and Bunny Sings Wolf
do not use these words when singing this song in their live performances
although it was used in the recorded versions. Here is a story that
tells why this reference to those of Native American decent is so offensive
and hurtful. As told to Bunny Sings Wolf in a letter from her friend,
Native American story teller Ralph Moisa, Sr.:
THE THREE SISTERS - SQUASH, CORN, BEANS
- AND HOW A RACE IS DISGRACED
Long ago, when the Europeans first came to this continent there were
many of us who welcomed them, and helped them to survive, feeding them
when they had no food, and teaching them how to plant and cultivate
crops that were new to them. We taught them how to plant the three sisters
in this manner. To build a mound, a small mound, about a foot in diameter
to plant squash on the perimeter of this mound, and corn in the center
of it. As the stalks started to grow, we would then plant beans around
the rim of the mound. The stalks of corn would grow tall and create
a place for the vines of the beans to cling to, as they wound up higher
and higher, almost to the tips of each stalk.
The squash would also grow thick around this mound. In this way the plants would help each other grow, and the squash would create a barrier and prevent many animals from disturbing the precious food, for many animals found the leaves of the squash to be irritating and uncomfortable to their skin.
But the Europeans had other ways to grow their crops. They separated the three sisters into fields of their won, yet because of this, they found many difficulties. The deer loved the corn, and without the barrier of the squash, they were free to feast. Gophers also found ways, along with many other critters, into the fields they would all go, and as these small critters moved into the field they brought with them their predators, the wolf, the badger, the fox. As these predators followed the wild game, the found the domesticated chickens and other useful farm animals of the new pilgrims and pioneers.
Soon it became necessary for the European visitors, who now claimed this land, to trap and hunt these animals who they now called PESTS. There were soon farmers who paid bounties for the paws or the skins of these pests, and as communities and cities grew, it was the job of the local government to pay for the bounties of these skins.
As this was happening, relationships between the native peoples and the new arrivals became strained and even dangerous. We were no longer thought of as helpful friends. We were now in the way, and we had to be dealt with. So, along with the wolf skin, the fox skin and the badger skin, there joined a new pest, the Red Skin. You see, when you scalp an Indian, the skin turns a reddish color, unlike that of the Europeans, which turns pale.
Red Skin - these two words bring sadness and bad memories to many of our peoples, and I have spoken on many occasions trying to educate those who would listen.
At times I am successful at touching the hearts of those who could bring forth change. At times, my words fall on deaf ears of those who dig in their heels and cling to their own tradition. So, you see, Red Skin is like the N word among the black people. They do not mind using it among their own community, but if another race uses it, it is thought of as very hurtful.
3. Black
Mountain Mist Woman (5:36)
Words and Music by Bunny
Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions ASCAP
Bunny's first recorded DREAM song, written on a sleepy drive through
scenic Spearfish Canyon September 2000, with her barefeet on the
dashboard. She woke up, not too far from the place of the historic
Latchstring Inn and near where the famous line "Dances with Wolves you
are my friend!" was filmed .
Two photos to the left
were taken that day while the mist mysteriously, lovingly caressed the
tops of the trees as we drove by...
With
my bare feet on the dashboard, I watch as you drive the curve.
The pine trees rise into the sky to embrace the soaring bird.
You drove me through the green valleys beyond the prairie plains,
Up through the Spearfish Canyon where we felt home again.
And though they tore the old Latchstring out and the wolves that dance
are gone
I'll keep this place deep in my soul and visit it in song.
Since you showed me green so green - its black - and blue so blue -
it's sky.
I'll be your woman in the black mountain mist, and you never, never
need ask why.
I know I stayed away too long and struggled too hard with the wind,
And waited too long in fear and doubt to let my song begin.
But when one knows the pain of so much loss and the sorrow from the
unjust
It takes some time to gather strength and learn a deeper trust.
But when it comes, it's stronger yet and joyous in its flight,
Far from crushing deep wet snows, or the howling, frightful night.
Since you showed me green so green - its black - and blue so blue -
it's sky.
I'll be your woman in the black mountain mist, and you never, never
need ask why.
You're
a man born in these forests, I've seen it's streams run through your
soul,
It's secret quiet holds your thought, with serenity its goal. And as
you drive the Black Hills - they also drive deep in your being
Your heart so wide and open as the peaceful canyons I am seeing.
Your manly strength is my comfort - yet in gentle soft you yield.
Your life on this land becomes you as the large round hay bales on the
field.
In the green so green - its black - and blue so blue - it's sky.
I'll be your woman in the black mountain mist, and you never, never
need ask why.
Green so green - its black, and blue so blue it's sky
I'll be your woman in the black mountain mist, and you never, Never,
never, never, never, need ask why.
Photo above of my SD Cowboy buddy who was raised by these hills and prairies and without whom these songs may never have surfaced. His love of these rocks and hills is contagious, and here I have at last found my ancestral home.
4.
Black Hills Train
(4:18)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions
ASCAP
Where the trains used to rumble and roll through the Black Hills, Bunny took this photo from her cabin window in 1987 and wrote these words the following night after this last train slowly went down the track before the rails were torn down to make way for the bike path now called "Rails for Trails." Proof that even "civilized" man-made icons of power and control, can shift and change, fade and vanish...
I
was there the day they took the last train down the Black Hills track
It's billowing smoke parted the pines never to come back
Felt it rumble.. Heard it choke.. Saw it's steam and breathed it's smoke.
The Black Hills Train. The Black Hills Train.
There were no speeches, crowds or bands to mark its journeys end
A few old timers drove their trucks to follow their old friend
Some shed tears.. Some just looked on.. To watch it's passing.. Now
it's gone.
The Black Hills Train. The Black Hills Train.
There was a time all eyes watched for that precious trains a-coming
It brought the cloth, the coal, , the steel, frontier days of its running.
The final train A trip too fast.. But in these hills Its spirit lasts.
The Black Hills Train. The Black Hills Train.
There's not a noise, no groan, no hiss that man can make I know
To match the sound a steam engine makes or the way its whistles blow.
It's clang, it's grind, it's chug, it's bang.. Sounds from which our
history rang.
The Black Hills Train. The Black Hills Train.
Yes, I was there the day they took the last train down the Black Hills
track.
The trains of yester-year are gone, oh never to come back.
They took the tracks, tressels away… But in my heart the train will
stay.
The Black Hills Train. The Black Hills Train.
5.
Wally's Song (4:43)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions
ASCAP
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Another story about Hill
City, |
This original pencil portrait of Wally was drawn by Bunny, and is still displayed in the Main Dining Room of the Alpine Inn. "Wally" is the nickname for Waldraught Matusch, the founder of this now famous restaurant that was established as she gradually refurbished the historic old Harney Hotel on Main Street, a building and a business that is now a world renown Hill City, SD Landmark. . "Wally" was an inspiration to Bunny and many others who came to Hill City with "empty arms." during this time of renewal in the heart of the hills. In this song that Bunny wrote in honor of Wally , she is credited for never giving up under impossible odds. She raised a family and restored a very large, old historic building single handedly, while attempting to make a profitable business venture of it. This song tells the beginning of the story of how Bunny recognized Wallys' large part in creating and nurturing the renewed development of a town that had nearly given up economically. A drive down Main Street Hill City today tells the rest of the story of the successes sung in "Wally's Song"... Here are the Lyrics... Alpine Inn was once Harney Hotel, where
the famous stopped and stayed a spell |
Up in the morning to kitchen chores - She cooked for crowds - opened
her doors
and welcomed strangers - and served them well - in a dusty
town - called a "mile of hell."
And some townsfolk talked - in jealous tones - while her "Alpine Inn"-
became well known.
From far away - the patrons came - to taste the recipes - that earned
her fame. and they spent their money - as they traveled through - and
at her hand - and with her heart - the little hill town grew.
Old world charm, old world charm, with a loving heart, and empty arms,
she made a home in these Black Hills, made a life, through strength
of will.
Ten tons a month - to heat the place - she shoveled with the coal dust
- on her face,
And her midnight sobs - echoed down these halls - and she raised her
children - within these walls,
And counting the pennies - in her till - her business grew - through
strength of will
And down from the stairway - of each trial - she would emerge - wearing
a smile,
With her hand outstretched - she reached to find - a new world life
- and greet the guests - who came to dine with her
Old world charm, old world charm, with a loving heart, and empty arms,
she made a home in these Black Hills, made a life, through strength
of will.
And
she showed us what - it takes to survive - in the heart of the hills
- where most businesses die
And not to give up - when the moneys gone - but keep on singing - out
our song
No matter if - men frown or jeer - we plant our roots - and we hold
on here
And we stay and work - just to pay our bills - and hold our own - in
these Black Hills
Yes, we stay and work - hard work, no frills - just like Wally did -
and we don't give up - in these Black Hills we use some…
Old world charm, old world charm, with a loving heart, and empty arms,
So if you're tired of the "run of the mill", come visit us in these Black Hills!
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Photo of Bunny and Wally April 2002 taken after Bunny's Country Club Concert |
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Photo of
long-time friends Dorothy Swartz, |
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Old timers once called
Hill City, in the heart of the Black Hills, a "mile of hell" because the
white settlers had built a church at each end of a main street that had
nothing but bars in between! What some might consider "hell" Bunny's
family more than endured, and in fact, now look upon as one of their greatest
achievements, learning experiences, and blessings...
Bunny moved to Hill City in 1999 when a relative (Gratia Engberg
McCain) who had lived
there for more than 30 years, had a massive stroke. While doing 24 hours a day
care-giving, Bunny's nights and days became mixed, and soon she was
discovering whole songs, with words and music would come to wake her at
3:00 a.m. She sang and perfected these songs while care-giving her invalid mother-in-law.
Feeding, bathing, turning was soon all done with song! Bunny's only
break was when she could get home health care workers to sit with Gratia
- then Bunny drove the 3 miles down Deerfield Road, to town and sang for "tips
only" at Hill City's Alpine Inn.
This was the SOLE family
income during this time, augmented only by her relatives'
social security check, along with (eventually) the entire depletion of all Bunny's
savings, selling off her 401K, and "retirement" savings
from her previous years working in Boulder, CO as portrait artist
and as a commercial property manager. All resources were used to support that care and handle "living expenses."
It was sobering for Bunny to
watch locals who had claimed to be long time "dear friends" of her
Mother-in-Law - few who rarely came to visit Gratia - and practically
none who frequented the Alpine Inn even put a dollar in Bunnys'
tip jar! But, happily, tourists LOVED Bunny' music, supported and
encouraged her without knowing what she did when she wasn't
"entertaining." And it seemed always, just when the groceries
and medication costs reached the bottom of the bank account, some kind
hearted tourist visiting the Black Hills who were especially touched by
Bunny's music would synchronously stuff a BIG bill into
Bunny's tip jar- just enough and just in time to buy what was needed! Proof that there IS
a Creator who watches out for good hearts!
Miraculously, under these seemingly impossible circumstances, all needs were met, her life debts were eventually paid in
full before her relatives' passing, and not only were many beautiful and
very soulful, life-experienced songs written, but Bunny recorded her
first two CD's in 2001, thanks to the generosity of money
gifting friends in Colorado who had heard of her work, and with the professional help from David Allen (who
produced and recorded the first CD , "Sacred Ground" as a "give-away"!)
Gratia, continued and survived nearly three years after her stroke, long past the 3 months predicted by all her doctors. In a child-like state she seemed to thrive on the songs Bunny sang constantly to her while caring for her. Toward the end of her care, Bunny's family had to sell their Hill City home and all their belongings that had any monetary value in order to continue providing for Gratia's health care needs, and the family moved to a rental in less expensive Newcastle, Wyoming.
Since the "commute" between Hill City and Custer was 45 miles through the winter-dangerous and winding road past Wind Cave and through "Hells Canyon", the late at night drive home became treacherous (one night around a corner Bunny met 300 Elk in the roadway - fortunately even with the icy roads, Bunny's 1975 Chevy pickup was able to stop in time.) This old fashioned transportation was rock solid, but also a "gas guzzler" and in 2001 Bunny could no longer "break even" to make the trip to Hill City to sing "for tips" at the Alpine Inn. Yet, soon people were searching her out to HIRE her performance, and with continuing creative ingenuity and help from friends, Bunny's web site was born, and contacts Bunny made via the world wide web and the telephone soon garnered a small network of retail outlets she established to sell her CD's from her new Black Hills home base.
Just after Gratia's passing, eventually Bunny's 3rd CD was produced, financed by a few fans who enthusiastically stepped up to the plate to make themselves "investors" so that more of Bunny's songs could be enjoyed by a quickly growing world wide web audience. At this writing in 2004 , Bunny's fourth CD is ready to be taken to the recording studio, but will also need a "miracle" to find the appropriate financing needed to take her music to the NEXT level (and it will, in it's own perfect time).
6.
Vortex (3:35)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions
ASCAP
Bunny has ALWAYS been fascinated with tornadoes, life changes and challenges, realizing that with big changes also come the potential for great blessings. By facing our fears we are often met with the greatest of gifts - the discovery of our true selves!
Two parts of the same, dying and bearing
All part of one thing, hating and caring
The vortex surrounds us the choice sets us free
To die in our fears or to live and to be (choose life and BE)
Life is a vortex a fierce hurricane - a moving tornado of phenomenal
change,
Those finding the center plant their feet on the ground
And let go of their fears like debris swirling round
To find love with no yearning and loss that brings gain
Each day new beginnings of justice without pain
Where truth is a language spoken in deed
For those who have chosen to trust and not need.
Two parts of the same, dying and bearing
All part of one thing, hating and caring
The vortex surrounds us the choice sets us free
To die in our fears or to live and to be (choose life and BE)
Just look in the mirror and see what is sown
A heart that is dying, or a heart that has grown,
One who will borrow, speak lies, and cheat
Or one with no debt with no need to compete
When they only protest but not roll up their sleeve
Have no time for laughter and no heart to grieve
Can't see past their anger and feel but don't touch
They've neglected the small things, who'll trust them with much.
Two parts of the same, dying and bearing
All part of one thing, hating and caring
The vortex surrounds us the choice sets us free
To die in our fears or to live and to be ...choose life and BE!
7.
The Things I Have Learned
(4:43)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions
ASCAP
Written for a close friend who discovered she had cancer, these words were originally written as a comforting card to Bunny's friend. After her friend survived, the words came one night with a dream and music, becoming a song that aptly describes Bunny's wonderment, initial disbelief and eventual understanding of the reason behind the words in the Bible book of James chapter 1 where it says "consider it joy when you meet with various trials." Sometimes our most cherished and best-remembered lessons about the true value of the precious gift of life, can come only through the learning gained from enduring difficult life experiences.
Though
I've heard the words, pain, trial and woe - Oh, now I know them down
deep in my soul
And a word like uncertain, In the past just a sound - Now, a big inside
empty, I feel all around.
I spoke yesterday calmly, Of words like doubt, fear - Now they vibrate
persistently loud in my ear,
And strike like an arrow, A hurtful cruel dart - Imbedding its shaft
in my vulnerable heart.
And the hurt hurts so bad, and the tears they all burn
How I pray that I'm learning the things I must learn.
It goes deeper than gesture or mere words can express -
This large cavern of lonley, dark, sad, emptiness.
There's a tremble in my heart, a peal just like thunder, that concludes
in parched fragments
Dry, broken, stewn asunder.
No it's not a bad dream that rivets me to each minute - Now I understand
grief,
For I'm immersed in it.
And yet as it lingers I've not lost all hope - Even grief's icy fingers
so tight 'round my throat
Can't choke out completely that distant, faint knowing -Great good lies
ahead in the place where I'm going.
And the hurt, hurts so bad, and the tears they all burn
But I trust that I'm learning the things I must learn.
And though I can't feel it, for my heart is still numb - I know one
day true happiness surely will come,
Beyond this painful dimension I now yearn to see - The words, joy, peace,
contentment, have meaning for me,
And pulsate in wave upon wave of expression - sailing me so far away
from this stifling depression,
I'll look back in amazement at this debilitating potion - As if a small
droplet in a vast and deep ocean,
Where goodness rolls endless like tides of the sea - Then I'll know
the words comfort, peace, harmony.
And the hurt that hurt bad, and the tears, will all turn To the joy
of discovering the things I have learned.
8. Paha
Sapa Polusa
(2:38)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny
Productions ASCAP
STORY BEHIND THE SONG: Paha Sapa is Lakota (Sioux) word for Black Hills. Polusa is a word added to the end by a would be rock concert promoter who requested Bunny write a song for her scheduled performance at his concert by that name. The July 2000 concert was cancelled due to lack of good planning, but Bunny's song, inspired by a quiet drive through the "ghost" town of "Moon", reflects the words and music just as she "heard" it in the forest that day, complete with David Allen's Lakota vocables recorded in harmony on the first cut of the last verse...
Riding
through the hills on a sunny day and stopped to hear a song along the
way
Heard Music in the water, music in the skies, music in the wind that
passes as I ride
They sang PA HA SA PA PO LU SAH
Dance under blue skies sing under stars
PA HA SA PA PO LU SAH
Listen for the truth then sing it out LOUD. Sing it out loud.
I wondered why man works so hard to bury deep, a truth these hills so
clearly speak
How long vanity, ego, power and greed will be left to leave this earth
to bleed
And I sang PA HA SA PA PO LU SAH
Dance under blue skies sing under stars
PA HA SA PA PO LU SAH
Listen for the truth then sing it out LOUD. Sing it out loud.
And the answer speaks yet in the wind, about a day soon to begin
When the highest power will right all wrongs, and the painful ways of
mankind are gone
Then forever we'll sing PA HA SA PA PO LU SAH
Dance under blue skies sing under stars
PA HA SA PA PO LU SAH Then we'll know the truth and sing it out LOUD.
FOREVER Sing it out loud.
9. More
Than A Mountain (5:12)
Guitar, Flute, Mixed, Engineered and Produced in the Black Hills
by David Allen Vogelbacher,
Badlands Thunder Studio. Music by David Allen and Bunny Sings Wolf.
Lyrics and Vocals by Bunny Sings Wolf, © 2000 Bunny Sings Wolf,
Hillbunny Productions. ASCAP.
STORY BEHIND THE SONG: By the time this song was ready to be written, Bunny had recorded all of the other songs for this CD at Badlands Thunder Studios in Keystone. In order to be able to afford to complete her commitment to this music project while allowing more funds to be used for her 24 hour, in home care-giving of her invalid Mother-in-Law, Bunny sold her home in Hill City and had just moved to a less expensive rental in Newcastle, Wyoming. Bunny now did a daily commute from Newcastle, Wyoming, through "Hells Canyon" past Crazy Horse Memorial to Hill City in an attempt to earn a few more dollars still singing for tips there, before heading out to the recording studio.
By this time Bunny wondered if her dream of sharing her music was more insanity than inspiration. Exhausted, and barely able to keep her eyes open for lack of sleep, she pulled off the side of the road to take a quick nap, and parked under the sign at the entrance of the Crazy Horse Memorial that said "Never Forget Your Dreams." Suddenly she was wide awake - a song from the mountain was speaking to her! She quickly scribbling down the words on a scrap piece of paper, immediately drove to Keystone to Badlands Thunder Studio and excitedly exclaimed to David Allen "I have one more song for the CD! Would you help me with the tune?" David picked up his guitar, pushed the "record" button, Bunny started singing, and this is what came out...
You may click here to listen to entire song. This is a gift I
share with you online today, please use integrity and do not download
for "free" but rather honor the song if you wish to keep and share it,
by purchasing it to help support this dream. Purchase link at end
of song lyrics below. enJOY!
It started with thunder
and lightening stands,
Continued with prayer, then hammers and hands
The conclusion that's coming is thundering here.
The process is working that's bringing it near.
For it's more than a mountain, more than a sky, more than an eagle flying
by
And a rock turned to dust clouds is more than it seems -
It's a rock that is speaking
About true dreams, about true dreams
The people wondered at such a thing, while the trees and hills made
the song ring,
That the elders had visioned so long ago, and the wind responded and
made it so
MORE
than a mountain, more than a sky, more than an eagle flying by
And a rock turned to dust clouds is more than it seems -
It's a rock that is speaking
About true dreams, about true dreams
And Crazy Horse lived it with Buffalo pride, as have so many others
who honorably died,
With the dream on their lips and a hope simple, sweet,
they knew that
God's gift was right under their feet
For the land IS the people, made of the dust,
who will long outlive,
machines turned to rust
The earth is alive and will ever be, Mankind's home for eternity, eternity
!
For it's more than a mountain, more than a sky, more than an eagle flying
by
And a rock turned to dust clouds is more than it seems -
It's a rock that is speaking
About true dreams, about true dreams
10.
Song to Trees (4:17)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions
ASCAP
Words written by Bunny, age 10, while under her favorite cottonwood tree where she watched the sun go down every evening and sang to this tree who often sang back. Some of Bunny's best friends have always been trees...
The dancing tree, the laughing tree, the
gay and jovial one in wind
The shining leaves reflect the suns smiles, and praise the heavens,
all the while.
The silent tree, the rigid tree - mysterious, quiet, lonely tree.
Its
branches black against the blue, reach up to pray the whole night through.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
With sturdy trunk, and heavy trunk,
Foundation strong and roots dug deep, Within the trunk life surges up,
and up to branches, God it seeks. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Oh pretty tree, oh handsome tree, you tree so large, you tree so small
Following your example trees, I'll too give God my all and all.
My trunk for God, my arms for God, and always all my days,
The branches of my heart to reach, to heaven in constant praise.
11.
Back Roads
(3:29)
Words and Music by Kate Wolf © 1975 Another Sundown Publishing Company
BMI
Visit the web site for the late Kate Wolf at www.katewolf.com. The web site is maintained by her family to honor the many beautiful songs she wrote and recorded during her brief lifetime. Bunny has recorded her songs with the blessings of her widower, Terry Fowler, and royalties for this song are respectfully paid to Another Sundown Publishing Company. Bunny was gifted her Ovation guitar and some Kate Wolf tapes with a note that said "it's time to send YOUR voice. Get singing!" on the very month and year that (Bunny later found out ) Kate had lost her battle with cancer. Bunny had never heard of Kate Wolf before receiving this gift, and over the years while finding her own voice Bunny discovered that Kate and she had grown up within 50 miles of each other in Northern California (perhaps even taken some of the same back roads?)
12. Sacred
Ground (6:22)
Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf © 2001 Hillbunny Productions ASCAP
Just as the dirt from winters past, glistens
with spring rains at last
Feeds and moistens hidden seeds to sprout and bloom and bring relief
To a once brown barren soil
Your gaze has watered deep my soul, brought me to life and made me whole
From troubled lonely days gone by, to cheefrul blossoms, you and I
Lasting, precious, Love its yield.
You have found my sacred ground,
You have touched my trembling seed
All my silences you've known
And by this I'm made whole.
When the darkness of a starless night, quivers in the morning light
And turns to golden sunny rays, to brighten up and bring the day
From a once black, lonely time
Your tender words woke the day in me, unveiled the gloom and set me
free
From fear and anquish I'm released,
Your gentle ways have brought me peace
Brilliant, shining, JOY is mine!
You
have found my sacred ground,
You have touched my trembling seed
All my silences you've known
And by this I'm made whole.
I walked alone across this land,
He reached out and took my hand
Led me along this sacred trail, to a life, a love, that would not fail
Forgave and fixed all that was wrong,
Turned all my silences to SONG…
But I hid and thought no one would find --- this life force buried in
my mind,
So hidden that I could not see --- a life worth living here in me, Buried
by a world grown cold.
As in a game of hide and seek, you searched and found the gift I keep,
Then placed high, pro-claimed it FOUND, upon an alter on sacred ground,
To live, to have, to laugh, to hold.
You have found my sacred ground,
You have touched my trembling seed
All my silences you've known
And by this I'm made whole.
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Although Bunny has a rich mix of Native American ancestry, has learned from, shared and associated with many well respected "Federally-recognized" Native American tribes, tribal elders, chiefs, and medicine people, she has well researched the stories and teachings she shares with great conviction while she plays Native American flutes in music that is enjoyed and endorsed by many prominent card carrying Native Americans, Bunny Sings Wolf's music does NOT claim to be "Native American made" as is now specified by the U.S. Government. IF it is your desire to listen only to music made by an enrolled member of a "federally-recognized" "Native American", you may find them through a web search. Please Click HERE for thorough and very interesting coverage of this subject, as well as present laws on freedom of religion for Native Americans - note also the section "You Don't Look Indian" on Page 11 |
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