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Witchi Tai Tai

Wichi tai-tai,
Kee-ma-rah
Wo-rah-neeka, wo-rah-neeka
Hey-nay, hey-nay, no-wah
Witchi tai-tai,
Kee-ma-rah
Wo-rah-neeka, wo-rah-neeka
Hey-nay, hey-nay, no-wah

Water spirits springin’, springin’ round my head
Makes me feel glad that I’m not dead
Water spirits springin’, springin’ round my head
Makes me feel glad that I’m not dead

Wichi tai-tai,
Kee-ma-rah
Wo-rah-neeka, wo-rah-neeka
Hey-nay, hey-nay, no-wah
Witchi tai-tai,
Kee-ma-rah
Wo-rah-neeka, wo-rah-neeka
Hey-nay, hey-nay, no-wah

Oregon rain fallin’ down on my head,
Makes me feel glad that I’m not dead
Oregon rain fallin’ down on my head,
Makes me feel glad that I’m not dead

Wichi tai-tai,
Kee-ma-rah
Wo-rah-neeka, wo-rah-neeka
Hey-nay, hey-nay, no-wah
Witchi tai-tai,
Kee-ma-rah
Wo-rah-neeka, wo-rah-neeka
Hey-nay, hey-nay, no-wah

What a haunting song. I’m always astounded to realize songs we sang at Kilowan were commercial hits and played on the radio. Of course we didn’t make most of them up, but there’s something about a song on the radio that doesn’t fit with how sacred I hold the songs from Kilowan. But there it is, on YouTube, and referenced on Wikipedia. I find some solace in the fact that the original songwriter is from Salem, Oregon. Perhaps there’s more of a connection than I realize.

-Larken

p.s. Thanks to Spaz for catching the missing second verse of this song.  How could I forget “Oregon rain fallin’ down on my head”?!?

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Dona

In a wagon bound for market
There’s a calf with a mournful eye
High above him flew a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky

Chorus:
Oh how the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and love the whole day through
And half the summer’s night
Do-na do-na do-na do-na do-na do-na,
Dona dona dona don
Dona dona dona, dona
Do-na don.

“Stop complaining” said the farmer
“Who told you a calf to be?”
Why don’t you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free.

Chorus

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But those of us who value freedom
Like the swallow must learn to fly.

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This is another song sent along by Cathy “Scooby” Watt from her ‘1976 Magic Ring Song Book’. For some reason I mostly remember singing this song after dinner in Teal, though I’m sure we sang it at camp fires and dream boats and council fires. Thanks for sending it Scooby! -Larken

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Today

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I’ll taste your strawberries; I’ll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows, shall all pass away.
Ere I forget all the joys that are mine, today.

I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover
You’ll know who I am by the songs that I sing.
I’ll feast at your table; I’ll sleep in your clover
Who cares what tomorrow will bring.

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I’ll taste your strawberries; I’ll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows, shall all pass away.
Ere I forget all the joys that are mine, today.

I can’t be contented with yesterday’s glories
I can’t live on promises, winter to spring
Today is my moment and now is my story
I’ll laugh and I’ll cry and I’ll sing.

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I’ll taste your strawberries; I’ll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows, shall all pass away.
Ere I forget all the joys that are mine, today.

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This song is summer to me. Summer camp, summer fruit, summer evenings around the camp fire. Thanks to Cathy “Scooby” Watt for sending it along from her ‘1976 Magic Ring Song Book’! – Larken

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