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Unreleased Lyrics
Here are a few of Bunny's latest original song titles ready to be recorded on future CD's and presented in her live performances. All are copy-written, and are
not to be copied, reproduced or recorded without written permission.
I've added a few stories and photos with them to let you in on some of my
life-experiences and creative process as I await the money to record these and the many more songs waiting to be heard in these times of great transformation!

NEW!!! Some NEWER songs JUST POSTED - in Purple!

FOUR WINDS

© 2003 Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf , Hillbunny Productions All Rights Reserved

Four winds carry me and blow upon my way, Take me beyond the mundane and obscene

With spread wings I stretch along the roads past traffic jams and lights

To coast upon the thermals of my dreams, To coast upon the thermals of my dreams.

Four winds breathe within me, and with your power hold , Hold me in the dragonflies sacred song

In the four directions center me, within your power enfold

The sacred things that in my life belong,

And blow away the refuse of all wrong

Blow upon my heart, blow upon my life, Four winds blow and carry me away

Carry me to sing in hearts our Mother’s sacred songs

And to the darkness help me bring the day

In the sunshine of the music light the way.

Four winds blow upon me the compass winds of love,

And keep me from being tossed by any storm.

For in the center, in the eye, far from any harm

Creator’s breath will keep us safe and warm

And beauty, peace and harmony adorn

Four Winds! Four Winds! Four Winds! Four Winds!

North, East, South & West, with every Mile I go, I ride upon the Four Winds Power flow - And learn to hear the messages they blow.

Their song is written in the mountains, whispered in the trees

Urging me to sing and dance and PLAY

Teaching of the Wisdom of our Mother’s Sacred Songs,

And in the darkness roaring as I pray

And in the rolling of their music, lead the way.

Four Winds! Four Winds!

Four Winds! Four Winds! carry me!

Mitakuye Oyasin
© 2004 Words and Music by Bunny Sings Wolf , Hillbunny Productions All Rights Reserved Composed 3:00 a.m. 6-20-02

White Cloud , Blue Sky, Green grass, don't cry, for soon, you'll be,
a part of me once again, my friend, on Mother Earth

Fast Horse, Little Man, Ghost Wolf, you can, be here, on this land, once again
on Mother Earth.

Mother Earth, Mother Earth! All your people shall LIVE!
All at home, in harmony, in unity you will live!
Mitakuye Oyasin!

Who you are is what you are and you are me, and I am you, and who I am is what I am
and we are one, yet two.
What we think is what we do, and what we do is what we dream, and what we dream we call to BE and I am you, and you are me
We dream, we think, we do, we see
and what we think all comes to BE,
We manifest, we manifest - so let's dream again
of the flowering tree!

Spotted Eagle, Little Bird, Pretty Weasel, Buffalo Herd,
don't let your dreams get blurred, you'll see them all clearly, for you're a part of me
My Friend, on Mother Earth.

In this rainbow dream, flowering tree, sacred hoop, dancing free
in the sunflowers' song, buzzing bumble bee, yes, you'll all live once again, as friends,
on Mother Earth.

Mother Earth, Mother Earth! All your people shall LIVE!
All at home, in harmony, in unity you will live!
Mitakuye Oyasin!

We sing, we dance, we love, we cry, we grow, we crawl, we hope, we fly
we're born together in LIFE sublime and manifest each thought in time.
We ump, we run under the sun, we sigh we groan under the moon, we wonder why sad goes so slow and fun things pass along too soon
Yet none can plus or detract - they can not add or under-mine-us
We manifest our life and time
We manifest, we manifest - WE MANIFEST!

Black Elk, Red Cloud, Yellow Horse, White Bear,
in unity you'll too live here, yes, ALL your people shall LIVE at home,
My Friend, on Mother Earth.

Mother Earth, Mother Earth! All your people shall LIVE!
All at home, in harmony, in unity you will live!
Mitakuye Oyasin!

There is no harm or benefit aside from what we plan
each of us just manifests from crawling thing to man
And you'll remember when you know, the way you walk is the way you'll go
For the way we think is the way we see

WE MANIFEST! WE MANIFEST! WE MANIFEST!
Mitakuye Oyasin!

Just days after September 11, 2001, on a solitary prayer hill on the prairie within walking distance of Mike Little Man's house on the Pine Ridge Reservation (where, during that time I also received my buffalo heart) a rock, like a Television screen lit up in the middle of the night, flashing thousands upon thousands of the many faces of my relatives from many different tribes. I remember apologizing to the angels who lovingly showed this to me, for my not being able to remember all their names as they were introduced to me, as thousands of faces per second were shown upon the rock face! At 3:00 a.m., June 20, 2002 I awoke from sleep after a dream, a "re-run" of the Television rock vision I'd received that week of 9-11-01, after which this song was gifted to me with just a few of the names given of the many I had "met" that first night on my solitary hill on Pine Ridge Reservation, Since then I have been amazed to have personally met some of these people now living, recognized pictures of others on newscasts about the 9-11-01 event, and others I recognize as I have discovered them in books or from posters or photos at websites that have come to my attention, as famous Native American leaders and chiefs who have lived before; certainly this very real, strange and wonderful experience and the song to commemorate it has made me feel part of a very large and distinguished family with these faces of the many people I now recognize as relatives.

Red Cloud Song

How the songs came to be:

April 2006 on a visit to aging Chief Oliver Red Cloud's home on Pine Ridge (reservation) South Dakota, he requested of me that I write a "Red Cloud" song. He stated that both Johnny Cash and Marty Stewart had been asked to do this in years past. Though songs had been written with the "name" Red Cloud, Oliver told me he was still waiting for the song in the way his heart told him it should be. I respectfully speculated that only IF the song came in a dream could I "write" it, since this is the way the songs come to me. Four months later the words and music came, in a dream, but I had NO transportation or money to make the trip to Pine Ridge to sing it for him! Now, thanks to the October 2007 W.E.A.V.E. benefit concerts that paid for my travel expenses - I was able to visit Pine Ridge Reservation and sing this song in person to the 89 year old Chief Oliver Red Cloud on the very day (Oct. 15) when online and academy voting concluded on my song "Prophecy Keeper" nominated BEST by Canada's 2007 Aboriginal Peoples Music Awards.

Upon hearing the song (his son Paul played the drum for me) Oliver told me that from now on, when I sing, I should tell people that I am singing for "Lakota Oyate" (Lakota Nation). Deeply humbled, to my heart this proclamation from the Chief was a greater honor for me than receiving any "popular" music award! Quite surprised and embarrassed by the thought, I replied "Won't this announcement make a lot of people very angry with me?!?"

Chief Oliver Red Cloud, a bit indignant at my hesitancy, retorted:

"I am Chief Oliver Red Cloud over many generations of Lakota-Dakota-Nakota, seven bands! I say YOU are singing for Lakota Oyate."
He folded his arms as if to say "that is the end of the subject", and with Paul broadly smiling in approval behind him, I felt humbled indeed! Oliver went on to say that when I get the song recorded on my next CD, he would like some copies to share with the many people that visit his home from all around the world who travel there to learn more about this ancient culture and the descendants who now struggle to live in two worlds - one of broken promises, and one of sacred dreams. Since this music that comes in dreams seems to have an energy all its' own, I have no doubt the way to record this song will manifest. In the meantime, I share these lyrics with you, dear reader, with intent for peace for ALL our relations, and relationships. Indeed, Mitakuye Oyasin (Lakota - we are all related).

Red Cloud, Red Cloud you must be wekotgo

You said, you said, follow the old way

So far, so far I’ve come and nothing,

Nothing seems to work out right.

People talk about me, and the OLD ways to be

Don’t work out, don’t work out right!

I’m out of harmony.

Red Cloud, Red Cloud you must be wekotgo

You said, you said, follow the new way

So far, so far I’ve come and nothing,

Nothing seems to work out right.

People talk about me, and the NEW ways to be

Don’t work out, don’t work out right!

I’m out of harmony.

Looking for harmony, Looking for harmony! So far we’ve come now as two worlds clash!

wekotgo, wekotgo, wekotgo!
(Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!)

As all our relatives learn to live - in balance, in beauty, in harmony.

Red Cloud, Red Cloud you must be wekotgo

You said, you said, follow Great Spirit

So far, so far we’ve come and everything,

Everything worked out right.

No matter what people say, we’ve learned to live in the NEW old ways

We’re living, We’re living

in harmony.

Red Cloud, Red Cloud keep living

In balance, in beauty, in harmony.

Wowashke Kin Slolyape Wowohwala He e

(It is now the time to understand the POWER of peace)

Tatanka I Hanble

(Buffalo DREAM)

Bunny's NEWest song!

On August 10, 2007, Marlene Locke (Lakota Oyate) of Pine Ridge reservation asked me to write this song for her cousin who has been working hard to bring back the buffalo on Pine Ridge. He has a small herd that he has been caretaking just four miles from her house, who are honored in their gifts to the tribe in their presence again on this land and to help supply items made for ceremonial purposes. As with the request from Chief Oliver Red Cloud for his song, I replied to Marlene that IF this song comes in a good way in a dream, then it will be so. One day later, (8-11-7) I awoke from a dream with this song playing in my head and heart.

It is in the key of #F (the key of Mother Earth, I was told by Mark Nelson, who created the last of the 9 White buffalo "bird" flutes he has carved for me over last 6 years, and which I had received just days before Marlene's song request). This last flute of the numbered "collection" I have been gifted by Mark Nelson is a "drone" flute (two sound barrels so that it harmonizes with itself!). It is made of Spruce (the same wood as my guitar for resonance and harmony) and has TWO white buffalo standing side by side perched regally atop on the "bird". I plan to take this flute to Pine Ridge and sing this song for Marlenes' cousin and the buffalo herd on October 15, 2007 - the same day the online voting for the Aboriginal Peoples Choice Music Awards comes to a conclusion, in which my Prophecy Keeper song was nominated.

I called Marlenes' cousin last week to tell him I would be there to sing this song for him. He was delighted and said the song name in Lakota would be Tatanka I Hanble. So at that time I told him that would be the name of this song instead of "Buffalo Dreams". He told by way of way of translation its pictures the meaning - "dreaming of buffalo."

All of this touches my heart so, as I write this today (10-8-07) , so before I pack for my trip for South Dakota WEAVE benefit concerts, I think I will send an email now to the National Buffalo Museum and join the contest to name White Clouds' new baby, for - Tatanka I Hanble - (Dreaming of Buffalo) seems like a good name in the ways of this dream song. Here are the lyrics for Tatanka I Hanble as they came in that dream (and DREAM is what I hope they name him:

Buffalo Dreams beyond the pain

Let it go, let it go.

Buffalo Dreams of hope again

Let it flow, let it flow.

Thundering hooves upon the plains

Bountiful, Beautiful

Bringing back the people again

Bountiful, Beautiful

Circle full, round and full, from all the four directions

See their light, blazing bright

In full spectrum color reflections

Buffalo nations sing again

Loud and Proud, Loud and Proud

Buffalo Dreams we’ll walk as friends

Proud and Strong, Proud and Strong

All our relations, All Mother Earths’ Nations

Friends and allies…

Buffalo Dreams!

OUR TREASURE

The snowflakes whirl around our door, while we stay warm inside

They dance and swirl then freeze upon the glass

The things that happen there outside, don’t matter anymore,

For here inside we’ve found the things that last

The outside riches left behind are past.

And from the front door windowpane, we watch as Spring grass grows While vines entwine the stump of the chopped down tree,
We hear the ticking clock give chime as the hours and minutes pass Knowing the only time that matters is here with you and me

And the things outside are just a memory….

No longer does it matter to be part of the world outside

That chisels and chips away at all our dreams

For now we own without a debt the yearnings of our hearts

We are no longer the profits of outside schemes,

We know the world outside’s not what it seems.

No longer do we wish to hear a knock upon our door

No longer look for those who "say" they’re caring

All those outside activities don’t matter anymore

Our treasure is this love that we are sharing

Our treasure is -

LOVE

Golden Days Ahead
©2001 Hillbunny Productions - Music by Chris Voyles, Words by Chris Voyles and Bunny Sings Wolf

Answers to questions that cannot be found
Make the weight of your problem - as your head spins around
You can't sew - and stitch - to fix this tear
To mend - your own torn heart
Sun is shining - not a cloud in the sky
But I see the black of a storm in your eye
You need to heal the hurt that's there
And time - can give you a start
Toward golden days ahead, beyond what you know I've been there before, and I'm here to tell you so
You just need time -to heal the wounds that hurt you now
Mine have healed, and I'll gladly show you how.
Lookin' back on the life you've lead
Do you feel it's a story that's never been read
You're turning the pages but soon you'll see
The life - you've been looking for.
Ya got to leave the past behind
Untangle the memories tied up in your mind
Look to the road that lies ahead, And soon - you'll hurt no more!
In golden days ahead, beyond what you know I've been there before, and I'm here to tell you so
You just need time to heal the wounds that hurt you now
Mine have healed, and I'll gladly show you how.
You're headed for golden days ahead, beyond what you know I've been there before, and I'm here to tell you so
You just need time to heal the wounds that hurt you now
Mine have healed, and I'll gladly show you how.
Time will Heal Time WILL HEAL TIME WILL HEAL --- to Golden Days ahead.

A Table of Four
The Waitress Song - inspired by Chris' waitress working days at Hill City's Alpine Inn

I work at a diner, 8 hours a day, my boss is alright, the pay is Ok
Well some nights we're busy, and some nights we're slow,
But when closing time comes I'm ready to go.
Well tonight I made money, and I tell ya that's sweet,
But right now I'm so tired I can't pick up my feet
Now the place is all empty and I think I'm home free,
But I look out the window and what do I see?
Table of four at a quarter of nine - if they only knew what I had on my mind
I've been here all day almost out the door now at a quarter of nine - comes a table for four
So I serve them their dinner, I laugh and I joke, but I'd really just- like to give them a poke
They're in no hurry as I hold back a tear I'd rather be home on the couch with a beer
Table of four at a quarter of nine - if they only knew what I had on my mind I've been here all day
I'm almost out the door
'Til a quarter of nine - came a table for four
Well at half past ten - I felt so down hearted
After 12 cups of coffee - they finally departed
As I cleaned up the dishes - I just bit my lip
When under one plate I found a ONE dollar tip!
As he locked up the kitchen - the cook said goodnight
We both were too tired - to put up a fight -
As we took off our aprons - to hang by the door,
We vowed never again to serve a table of four
Table of four at a quarter of nine - if they only knew what we had on our minds
We'd been there all day -almost out the door 'til a quarter of nine - came a table for four!
What do you think, Joe - tomorrow night let's lock up a little early!
That was one LOOOONG DAY!

A spark, a seed of corn, a prayer, a tiny baby born
A dream that comes to one at night, a wing that blurs a bird in flight.
A hope, a whisper, a word, a sunshine ray, rainbow colors blurred,
A snowflake, moonbeam, tender flower, a second, a minute in a busy hour.
Things that pass so fast, then go.
Precious, with no afterglow,
Bundles of light, of energy, things of life that set us free,
Now a memory.
A thought, a smile, a tender touch, a word of comfort that means so much.
One step of many on the trail, a helping hand on an elbow, frail.
A taste, a fragrance, brief but sweet, that special knowing when eyes meet,
That look, a giggle, a silly grin, the way hands cup a tiny chin.
Things that pass so fast, then go.
Precious, with no afterglow,
Bundles of light, of energy, things of life that set us free,
Now a memory.
A star, a sprout, a candle flame, the moment when they call your name,
A lightning flash, a drop of rain, and how it feels to start over again.
That little wobbly baby stand, that un-asked for helping hand,
The shadow that follows wherever we are
The near in traveling that turns to far,
A belief, a moment when one feels, we are not alone and it's all too real.
A gesture, a breeze, a leap of faith, a fall to sleep, a quick awake,
Dancing slowly across the floor, that final click of a closing door,
A kiss goodbye, a welcome hug, questions unanswered with a shrug,
The quiet hush before the storm, that cuddly blanket full of warm.
Things that pass so fast, then go.
Precious, with no afterglow,
Bundles of light, of energy, things of life that set us free,
Keep in memory.

A wish on the wind, a wish on the wind, to Great Mystery I send
My words to my best friend

It's not something explainable, a miracle some would say
The Great Mysterious is a happening, an adventure for each day
And when I face the stillness and speak into the sky I know someone is listening, and my heart begins to fly with my

wish on the wind, a wish on the wind, to Great Mystery I send
My words to my best friend

Funny how the expression comes at just the moment - minute
When I get close to forgetting, there may a gift in it
But then as an eagle flies, or a word comes from a friend
in passing, I find abundant answers to the questions I've been asking,
When I send my wish on the wind, a wish on the wind, to Great Mystery I send
My words to my best friend
The skeptics would deny it, but history clearly shows
This way of approach to problems, enhances how we grow
Continuing the process, to the great illustrious day
When all will know completeness
From these very words we pray

A wish on the wind, a wish on the wind, to Great Mystery I send
My words to my best friend

I never knew acceptance - only knew about fear
Didn't know security - only knew about tears
My life's been based on worry - my life's been based on doubt
My emotions were my guideposts - they turned me inside out.
But then I met your peacefulness and I began to see
The kind of joy and happiness that could bring out the LOVE in me
Now I'm learning about trusting - learning about peace
About relationships and sharing - so don't give up on me, please.
NEVERMIND THE ANGER, NEVERMIND THE PAIN
SAY GOODBYE TO HEARTACHE, AND FEEL WHOLE AGAIN
NEVERMIND THE ANGUISH - I'LL LET GO AND TRUST THIS TIME
TO THE PAIN I ONCE LIVED THROUGH I'LL SAY NEVERMIND.
I just want to walk into my life - and see the beauty of love flower
To know again the mystery - of each minute in each hour
And hear a song ring in my being - the world can share in perfect time
When each day has its own purpose - and love songs always ryhyme,
Yes, give up chasing nightmares - give up playing games
Stand tall under the sunshine - stop looking for clouds of rain
No, changing isn't easy, but I'M A GIRL WHOSE REALLY tryin'
To the pain I once lived through, I SAY NEVERMIND.

Miles are only little

Uncomfortable pins

Stuck in my heart and they pain me only when,
I think of their great number.
But what would truly end my hearts joy
Would be to have all these pins removed
With my heart near and warm to you
Close enough to love your presence
As well as the thought of you
Then to find the killing knife of indifference Descending.
They say that distance makes love grow fonder, I hope it's true.
And I pray when we're together, me and you,
That we'll be closer yet, at least that's how I see it, I hope you do too!
But in the meantime… Miles are only little Uncomfortable pins Stuck in my heart and they pain me only when, I think of their great number.
But what would truly end my hearts joy
Would be to have all these pins removed
With my heart near and warm to you
Close enough to love your presence
As well as the thought of you
Then to find the killing knife of indifference Descending.

Black Hills gifted me with music, star filled skies gave me a song, long nights made a time for my learning -
Trees whispered the words of my yearning while Grass waved goodbye to the wrong.
Deer taught me the ways of loving, spider web wrote the words of the dream
Pine cones danced in the wind breeze - To the new possibilities
As music notes splashed up in the Black Hills streams
And her quiet kissed the tears from my aching, and healed me in places that hurt
And in Back roads that wound the full length - I soaked up all her deep strength
Stored up in her rocks and her dirt.
I'll never know why she saw in me, a place to drop her beautiful seed.
Perhaps the soil of my life, was fertile, and ready with a heart full of need.
Perhaps its just the way that all right things happen, when you spend your life singing to trees -
One day they sing back when you listen, to their beauty rich with sweet melodies.
Now The wind cross the prairies has beckoned me, the clouds on the hills called my name
They told me to sing the song of the Black Hills - I wasn't looking for fortune or fame.
Yes, I know that this gift is so special, like tides that are drawn from the moon
This Music flows from somewhere eternal, while life seems to pass by all too soon.
Yes, the Black Hills gifted me with music, to sing from the heart of my soul
And I sing of these things from night visions -
As I follow her tracks in the night snow
And the song takes me to where I need go.
And the song takes me to where I need go.

"Eagle - spread your wings and take off to that for which you were made" Desmond Tu Tu

White Haired Sunrise

Sacred Ground

Buffalo Tales

Bunny's songs speak in beauty of natural and life nurturing spaces and the importance of living ways of cultivating peace and harmony among all our relations. Mitakuye Oyasin (Lakota-we are all related).

White Buffalo Calf Woman
Pte Sa We

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