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Teach Your Children lyrics
You who are on the road
must have a code that you can live by
and so become yourself
because the past is just a goodbye
Teach your children well
their father’s hell
will slowly go by
and feed them on your dreams
the one they picks
the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
if they told you, you would cry
so just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
And you, of tender years
can’t know the fears
that your elders grew by
and so please help them with your youth
they seek the truth
before they can die.
(Can you hear and do you care
and can’t you see we must be free
to teach our children what you believe in
make a world that we can believe in)
Teach your parents well
their children’s hell
will slowly go by
and feed them on your dreams
the one they picks
the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
if they told you, you would cry
so just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
Joe Hill
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” said he,
“I never died” said he.
“The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe” says I.
“Takes more than guns to kill a man”
Says Joe “I didn’t die”
Says Joe “I didn’t die”
And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe “What they can never kill
went on to organize,
went on to organize”
From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
where working-men defend there rights,
it’s there you find Joe Hill,
it’s there you find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” said he,
“I never died” said he.
It’s about a just, inclusive, safe and peaceful world
occupy the river
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Marianne Aya Omac
Joan Baez mentioned Marianne Aya Omac in an interview, and so I went to YouTube. Listen:
I don’t speak French, but I watched the video below all the way through. If you have time, listen for, “Wow. Wow. Wow” (1:50-2:11).
Word is that we are in for some snow here in Bellingham. Doesn’t look like that today as I look out from my porch, where a single Cosmos is still holding on, and the temperature is right around 50 degrees.
Thank you. It was really fun watching Joan dance!
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