Early in the mornin’ I first see the sun,
I say a little prayer for the world.
I hope all the children live a long, long time,
Yes, every little boy and little girl.
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some wicked old words do seem to change,
‘Cause that’s what life’s all about:
To arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
I heard the first yowl of a brand new baby
And I said a little prayer for the world.
I hope all the children live a long, long time,
Yes, every little boy and little girl.
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some precious old words do seem to change,
‘Cause that’s what life’s all about:
To arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Early in the morning I’m a gathering the sap
And I say a little prayer for the maple.
Like big Mama Quad, on the northwest slope,
I’ll protect her as long as I’m able.
She gives more sap year after year
Than any single other tree.
So bring on the pancakes! Here’s to Mama Quad,
May she live for another century.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, may she live for another century.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, may she live for another century.
Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night
And rub my achin’ old eyes.
Is that a voice from inside my head
Or does it come down from the sky?
There’s a time to laugh but there’s a time to weep
And a time to make a big change.
Wake up you bum the time has come to arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Perhaps the biggest change will come
When we don’t have to change much at all.
When maniacs holler “grow, grow, grow”
We can choose to be small.
The key word may be “little”,
We only have to change a little bit.
Eat a little food, drink a little drink,
And only have to shit a little shit.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, and only have to shit a little shit.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, and only have to shit a little shit.
Early in the morning I first see the sun
I say a little prayer for the world.
I hope all the children live a long, long time,
Yes, every little boy and little girl.
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some wicked old words do seem to change,
‘Cause that’s what life’s all about:
To arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
I say a little prayer for the world.
I hope all the children live a long, long time,
Yes, every little boy and little girl.
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some wicked old words do seem to change,
‘Cause that’s what life’s all about:
To arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
I heard the first yowl of a brand new baby
And I said a little prayer for the world.
I hope all the children live a long, long time,
Yes, every little boy and little girl.
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some precious old words do seem to change,
‘Cause that’s what life’s all about:
To arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Early in the morning I’m a gathering the sap
And I say a little prayer for the maple.
Like big Mama Quad, on the northwest slope,
I’ll protect her as long as I’m able.
She gives more sap year after year
Than any single other tree.
So bring on the pancakes! Here’s to Mama Quad,
May she live for another century.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, may she live for another century.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, may she live for another century.
Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night
And rub my achin’ old eyes.
Is that a voice from inside my head
Or does it come down from the sky?
There’s a time to laugh but there’s a time to weep
And a time to make a big change.
Wake up you bum the time has come to arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Perhaps the biggest change will come
When we don’t have to change much at all.
When maniacs holler “grow, grow, grow”
We can choose to be small.
The key word may be “little”,
We only have to change a little bit.
Eat a little food, drink a little drink,
And only have to shit a little shit.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, and only have to shit a little shit.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, and only have to shit a little shit.
Early in the morning I first see the sun
I say a little prayer for the world.
I hope all the children live a long, long time,
Yes, every little boy and little girl.
I hope they learn to laugh at the way
Some wicked old words do seem to change,
‘Cause that’s what life’s all about:
To arrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
Oh-wee, oh-wye, to rearrange and rearrange and rearrange.
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 28/1/2014 - 15:16
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Parole e musica di Pete Seeger
Nell’album “At 89” del 2008.
“A volte i grandi cambiamenti si avverano con piccoli cambiamenti. Per esempio, quando tutti quei maniaci urlano ‘Crescere, crescere, crescere!’, noi al contrario possiamo scegliere di restare piccoli, di decrescere, di mangiare di meno, di bere di meno, di consumare di meno, persino di cagare di meno… Allora forse i bambini che oggi nascono avranno la possibilità e la speranza di vivere a lungo…”