Fellow Weenies! Your lyric collective transcribing powers are called to action.
Dust to Digital recently highlighted a photo of a South Dakota singer, the posting of which on Facebook lead to this song being posted:
http://sdohc.blogspot.com/2012/01/songs-from-oral-history-center-rose-mae.html
See the comments of Dust to Digital's 2nd posting of Rosemae DeSersa's photo: http://www.45cat.com/artist/rose-mae-lapointe
Here is my transcription, aided already by commenters on the post informing me of local landmarks--can you help me nail it down?
Where the little white river cuts a canyon,
Through the rambling rosebud reservation
Tahca Sapa loafed upon his pillow
Hunting phantoms on the buffalo run.
[Come] phantom buffalo, Tahca Sapa,
Down the canyon and across the prairie,
Forever low from Spring Creek to Ring Thunder
Ride your pony. Your dreams can never be.
Like old hunters in the tales told nightly
In the summer camp below Grass Mountain
He could see buff?lo by the thousands
Sweep the prairie like a thundering sea.
Chorus
Weaving through the tangled canyon bottoms
Splashing in its sparkling blue lit water,
Tahca Sapa [is racing below]
With the steady beat of indian drums
Chorus
Past the yellow cliff and red rock outcrop,
Through the green of pines and wild palm bushes
All about he sighed at phantom hook marks
Left by hearts that beating never to stop.
Chorus
Over swelling sweets of fragrant prairie
Tahcha Sapa it?s the fleeting white clouds
Fleeing faster than his youthful daydreams
From the fenced-in range no buffalos see.
Chorus
Spring Creek to Ring Thunder are local landmarks in South Dakota
Tahca Sapa / Black Deer - a native American, possibly of the Sioux tribe
Dust to Digital recently highlighted a photo of a South Dakota singer, the posting of which on Facebook lead to this song being posted:
http://sdohc.blogspot.com/2012/01/songs-from-oral-history-center-rose-mae.html
See the comments of Dust to Digital's 2nd posting of Rosemae DeSersa's photo: http://www.45cat.com/artist/rose-mae-lapointe
Here is my transcription, aided already by commenters on the post informing me of local landmarks--can you help me nail it down?
Where the little white river cuts a canyon,
Through the rambling rosebud reservation
Tahca Sapa loafed upon his pillow
Hunting phantoms on the buffalo run.
[Come] phantom buffalo, Tahca Sapa,
Down the canyon and across the prairie,
Forever low from Spring Creek to Ring Thunder
Ride your pony. Your dreams can never be.
Like old hunters in the tales told nightly
In the summer camp below Grass Mountain
He could see buff?lo by the thousands
Sweep the prairie like a thundering sea.
Chorus
Weaving through the tangled canyon bottoms
Splashing in its sparkling blue lit water,
Tahca Sapa [is racing below]
With the steady beat of indian drums
Chorus
Past the yellow cliff and red rock outcrop,
Through the green of pines and wild palm bushes
All about he sighed at phantom hook marks
Left by hearts that beating never to stop.
Chorus
Over swelling sweets of fragrant prairie
Tahcha Sapa it?s the fleeting white clouds
Fleeing faster than his youthful daydreams
From the fenced-in range no buffalos see.
Chorus
Spring Creek to Ring Thunder are local landmarks in South Dakota
Tahca Sapa / Black Deer - a native American, possibly of the Sioux tribe