Come gather round, people, we want to tell you a story
About a lady who always held that high
It's the story of Buffy St. Marie
She was born as a creep back in 1941
Her parents named her Beverly
One year later, they were gone
I had to leave her home in Saskatchewan
Got adopted by the Mi'kmaq Indians
Became a teacher at the East Coast then
But she had freedom in her soul
It's the story of Buffy St. Marie

The age of twenty-one
Already tuned with her own songs
Met soldiers wounded in Vietnam
The government let them down
So she wrote that universal soldier's song
It was taken by a guy named Donovan
She freely gave away so many songs
Cause she had freedom
In her soul
She was a pardon
Any fight
For the native son
Of human rights
In her heart
Always a creep
Wrote a song about
Wounded knee
But in the seventies
Her business broke down in the U.S.
And she couldn't understand why
She didn't know the
The government put her on a blacklist
And she was observed by the FBI
President Richard Nixon himself
He rode ladders to the radio stations
So her songs weren't a play anymore
But she had freedom in her soul
And she had freedom in her soul
It took nearly fifteen years
Till she found the reason why
All these doubts and all these fears
She always held her head up high
The lady just stood there


Turned eighty now
Still singing, still fighting
And still on the road
And still there is so much to do
If you have freedom in your soul
If you have freedom in your soul