Other places will eulogize him far better than I could here. I’ll just note that it is a certainty that, had there been no Pete Seeger, there would be no Digital Cuttlefish.
Chorus:
One blue sky above us
One ocean lapping all our shore
One earth so green and round
Who could ask for more
And because I love you
I’ll give it one more try
To show my rainbow race
It’s too soon to die.
1.
Some folks want to be like an ostrich,
Bury their heads in the sand.
Some hope that plastic dreams
Can unclench all those greedy hands.
Some hope to take the easy way:
Poisons, bombs. They think we need ’em.
Don’t you know you can’t kill all the unbelievers?
There’s no shortcut to freedom.
(Repeat chorus)
Go tell, go tell all the little children.
Tell all the mothers and fathers too.
Now’s our last chance to learn to share
What’s been given to me and you.
(Repeat chorus one and a half times)
sh3baprojectsays
i just found about him and already i feel like crying.
Cuttlefish says
So I guess that’s another thing you can blame him for…
richardelguru says
I was always worried by “A time to gather stones together”
I ask you WHY???!?
Cuttlefish says
Clearly, rock collecting.
I mean, what else could it possibly…. oh.
otrame says
A friend on Facebook mentioned this. My response was: to every thing there is a season. I wonder why we both went there.
Nathaniel Frein says
Stones can be gathered for building as well as throwing.
richardelguru says
Nate
And of course stones can be gathered for throwing as well as building. So your point is???
Nathaniel Frein says
I’m saying that the intent of that line in the song is not necessarily ominous…
Gregory in Seattle says
My Rainbow Race, Pete Seeger
Chorus:
One blue sky above us
One ocean lapping all our shore
One earth so green and round
Who could ask for more
And because I love you
I’ll give it one more try
To show my rainbow race
It’s too soon to die.
1.
Some folks want to be like an ostrich,
Bury their heads in the sand.
Some hope that plastic dreams
Can unclench all those greedy hands.
Some hope to take the easy way:
Poisons, bombs. They think we need ’em.
Don’t you know you can’t kill all the unbelievers?
There’s no shortcut to freedom.
(Repeat chorus)
Go tell, go tell all the little children.
Tell all the mothers and fathers too.
Now’s our last chance to learn to share
What’s been given to me and you.
(Repeat chorus one and a half times)
sh3baproject says
i just found about him and already i feel like crying.