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By This Song I Walk: Navajo Song

with Andrew Natonabah

By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
I am Talking God.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen my feet.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen my leg.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen my body.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen my face.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen my voice.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen my feather.
By this song I walk.

From Pollen, I am looked upon.
By this song I walk.
Crystal Rock teaches me.
By this song I walk.
Bluebird sounds before me.
By this song I walk.
Corn Beetle sounds behind me.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen a strong step.
By this song I walk.

I am House God.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my feet
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my leg.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my body.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my face.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my voice.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my feather.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty before me.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty behind me.
By this song I walk.
Long Life,
By It I am Beautiful.
By this song I walk.
Long Life,
By It I am Beautiful.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
From Pollen I am looked upon.
By this song I walk.
Flowers teach me.
By this song I walk.
Corn Beetle sounds behind me.
By this song I walk.
Bluebird sounds before me.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, a strong step.
By It Beauty behind me.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty before me.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty below me.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty above me.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty above me.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty all around me.
By this song I walk.
By It Beauty from my mouth.
By this song I walk.
Long life,
By It I am Beautiful.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.


This song is for traveling.
When one travels, he should sing this.
One should have corn pollen at all times.
We travel by means of corn pollen.
Pollen is our body.
Medicine men say, "I walk the path of pollen."

The songs were created at White House Ruins.
When traveling, one should sing the songs.
When one talks about the Holy People.
He should sing their songs.
Then they will say,
"It is good to hear our songs again."
The Holy People know you by the songs.
So, learn the songs.
Don't be ashamed of your songs and stories.
The Holy People created them for us.
We have many different songs.
When one has even one song,
He will live a long time.
He will live by it.
He will guide his children by it.
He will guide his people by it.
This is what being a medicine man is.

So you should know the songs.
That's why I sing for you.
Maybe you understand,
Maybe you do not.
It is like that,
My children.

This ruin is called the White House.
It has been ours for a long time.
Our legends extend out from it.
Our planning extends out from it.
We had our White House before the white man had his.
The Washington White House may be named for ours.
So our stories extend out from this canyon:
The emergence, the squaw dance, the corral dance,
Other stories extend out from our White House.

Our songs extend out in the same way.
The Holy People made these songs for us.
The Big God sits out there in this canyon.
His songs extend down to us from there:
Blessingway songs,
Nightway songs, and
Enemyway song.

The prayers are placed there for us too.
Our grandparents have told us this in their stories.

Today young people overlook these stories.
They don't listen to them.
They mock their stories.
But we should live by the stories given to us long ago.
Talking God and big God are in the legends.
And today we see them in the Ye'ii bichei dance.
Our ancestors have created it for us that way.
It is good for you to learn about this, my children.
You should listen to the legends carefully.
They are lessons for you.
It is up to you to learn them.
Then you will reach old age.
And then these legends will reach old age.
One will reach old age.
One will use old age cane.
One will take hold of white shell cane.
One will take hold of turquoise cane.
One will take hold of abalone cane.
One will take hold of jet cane.
It is the mixed hard rock cane.
Thus old men walk by means of the cane.
Thus you will learn about it.
When someone tells you a legend, listen to it.
My children, I tell you this much now.

This is Tseyi Canyon that you see.
I just told you one story about this place.
I will now tell you another small story.

There have been so many ancient ones who lived here.
You've seen it.
I told you their names as I led you around,
I don't know what their names mean.
All that remains are their potsherds.
I don't know which people were here first.
The Anasazi lived here.
Their homes were among the rocks here.
They drew upon these walls.
Some of the drawings are about ceremonies.
I don't know why they made other drawings.
Thus they were called Anasazi who lived here.
Then we, the Navajo people, came here.
We drew on this rock too.
We wrote the names we borrowed from white men
And drew in various ways here.
Thus the Navajo people are now living here
And someday we will be remembered by our drawings.
Stories will be told about us someday.
We will be known, and our names mentioned.
Others may live here after the Navajo go.
Our men and women have told us this.
It is this way.

I have told you several things.
Now we will sing a closing song, children.
We have talked about the Holy People.
We will go on our way by this song.
For that reason we sing one closing song.
One should sing along.
One should sing along.

I am Talking God.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my feet.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my leg.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my body.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my face.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my voice.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my feather.
By this song I walk.

From Pollen, I am looked upon.
By this song I walk.
Crystal Rock teaches me.
By this song I walk.
Bluebird sounds before me.
By this song I walk.
Corn Beetle sounds behind me.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen a strong step.
By this song I walk.

I am House God.
By this song I walk.

By means of pollen, my feet.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my leg.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my body.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my face.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my voice.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, my feather.
By this song I walk.
By it Beauty before me.
By this song I walk.

By it Beauty behind me.
By this song I walk.
Long Life,
By it I am Beautiful.
By this song 1 walk.
Long Life,
But it I am Beautiful.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
From Pollen I am looked upon.
By this song I walk.
Flowers teach me.
By this song I walk.
Corn Beetle sounds behind me.
By this song I walk.
Bluebird sounds before me.
By this song I walk.
By means of pollen, a strong step.
By it Beauty behind me.
By this song I walk.
By it Beauty before me.
By this song I walk.
By it Beauty below me.
By this song I walk.
By it Beauty above me.
By this song I walk.
By it Beauty above me.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By it Beauty all around me.
By this song I walk.
By it Beauty from my mouth.
By this song I walk.
Long Life,
By it I am Beautiful.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.
By this song I walk.

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