Blueberry Hill (Karaoke): Solomon Ratt (y-dialect)

Yes, we all know it wasn’t actually blueberries Fats Domino was looking for upon Blueberry Hill, but his classic is still  fun to sing any time. Thanks to Solomon Ratt for the freshly translation (and karaoke performance!) so we can listen and sing along.

Alaskan Tundra blueberries in the photo are my tribute to the Blueberry Hill closest to where I’m writing (Baker Lake, Nunavut) though it is definitely more about the chills than thrills this time of year!

iyinimin-waciy (Blueberry Hill)

nimiskāson, iyinimin-wacīhk
iyinimin-wacīhk kā-miskātān
nitēh kāmwātan iyinimin-wacīhk
isko tāpwēwin ē-wāpahtamān

yōtin nīpisīkopāhk
sākihiwēwin-nikamon.
māka kitasotamākēwina
nama ta-ispayinwa.

āta ē-nakasiyan
kiyāpic kisākihitin.
ayisk ē-kī-miskātān
iyinimin-wacīhk

yōtin nīpisīkopāhk
sākihiwēwin-nikamon.
māka kitasotamākēwina
nama ta-ispayinwa.

āta ē-nakasiyan
kiyāpic kisākihitin.
ayisk ē-kī-miskātān
iyinimin-wacīhk

ᐃᔨᓂᒥᐣ ᐘᒋᐩ (Blueberry Hill)

ᓂᒥᐢᑳᓱᐣ, ᐃᔨᓂᒥᐣ ᐘᒌᕽ
ᐃᔨᓂᒥᐣ ᐘᒌᕽ ᑳ ᒥᐢᑳᑖᐣ
ᓂᑌᐦ ᑳᒹᑕᐣ ᐃᔨᓂᒥᐣ ᐘᒌᕽ
ᐃᐢᑯ ᑖᐻᐏᐣ ᐁ ᐚᐸᐦᑕᒫᐣ

ᔫᑎᐣ ᓃᐱᓰᑯᐹᕽ
ᓵᑭᐦᐃᐍᐏᐣ ᓂᑲᒧᐣ᙮
ᒫᑲ ᑭᑕᓱᑕᒫᑫᐏᓇ
ᓇᒪ ᑕ ᐃᐢᐸᔨᓌ᙮

ᐋᑕ ᐁ ᓇᑲᓯᔭᐣ
ᑭᔮᐱᐨ ᑭᓵᑭᐦᐃᑎᐣ᙮
ᐊᔨᐢᐠ ᐁ ᑮ ᒥᐢᑳᑖᐣ
ᐃᔨᓂᒥᐣ ᐘᒌᕽ

ᔫᑎᐣ ᓃᐱᓰᑯᐹᕽ
ᓵᑭᐦᐃᐍᐏᐣ ᓂᑲᒧᐣ᙮
ᒫᑲ ᑭᑕᓱᑕᒫᑫᐏᓇ
ᓇᒪ ᑕ ᐃᐢᐸᔨᓌ᙮

ᐋᑕ ᐁ ᓇᑲᓯᔭᐣ
ᑭᔮᐱᐨ ᑭᓵᑭᐦᐃᑎᐣ᙮
ᐊᔨᐢᐠ ᐁ ᑮ ᒥᐢᑳᑖᐣ
ᐃᔨᓂᒥᐣ ᐘᒌᕽ

Blueberry Hill

I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill
When I found you

The moon stood still
On Blueberry Hill
And lingered until
My dream came true

The wind in the willow played
Love’s sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be

Though we’re apart
You’re part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill

The wind in the willow…

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