Oh why does the bumblebee fly?
Oh why oh why do people die?
Whys the wind flying so high?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh see the grass and the great green tree
They are so pretty, I believe
Grass has roots wind is free
And thats the way things are
Oh see the water run from the mountains so high
It flows in the land, then runs dry
Comes from the rain all in the sky
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
I know a place where the cannonballs roll
And they hurt your body and they hurt your soul
Arent even worth a pound of coal
Cause thats the way things are.
Oh why oh why does the bumblebee fly?
Oh why oh why do people die?
Why is the wind blowin so high?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
We are all Gods little sheep
And thats the way things are
Oh see the colt and the old gray mare
Like a babe she loves for its care
She can hear, see and share
And thats the way things are.
Oh children there is a game called war
Its a game that knows no rules or law
A Child is killed against the wall
And nobody even cares at all.
Oh why does one man love
and why does one man hate?
Why do we learn too late
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh here is a dollar bill in my hand
Its made of paper, nothing more
It's funny how it makes people come to your door
And thats the way things are.
Oh where has the brown thrush gone
And why cant we hear his song?
Whats the difference of right from wrong
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh why does the bumblebee fly?
Oh why, oh why, do people die?
Why is the wind blowin so high?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why is the wind blowin so high-oh...
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Cause thats the way things are.
Oh why oh why do people die?
Whys the wind flying so high?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh see the grass and the great green tree
They are so pretty, I believe
Grass has roots wind is free
And thats the way things are
Oh see the water run from the mountains so high
It flows in the land, then runs dry
Comes from the rain all in the sky
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
I know a place where the cannonballs roll
And they hurt your body and they hurt your soul
Arent even worth a pound of coal
Cause thats the way things are.
Oh why oh why does the bumblebee fly?
Oh why oh why do people die?
Why is the wind blowin so high?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
We are all Gods little sheep
And thats the way things are
Oh see the colt and the old gray mare
Like a babe she loves for its care
She can hear, see and share
And thats the way things are.
Oh children there is a game called war
Its a game that knows no rules or law
A Child is killed against the wall
And nobody even cares at all.
Oh why does one man love
and why does one man hate?
Why do we learn too late
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh here is a dollar bill in my hand
Its made of paper, nothing more
It's funny how it makes people come to your door
And thats the way things are.
Oh where has the brown thrush gone
And why cant we hear his song?
Whats the difference of right from wrong
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Oh why does the bumblebee fly?
Oh why, oh why, do people die?
Why is the wind blowin so high?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why is the wind blowin so high-oh...
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Cause thats the way things are.
envoyé par dq82 - 1/11/2016 - 16:42
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Today Is the Highway
I bambini passano l'età dei perché, a volta nella loro semplicità i loro perché mettono in ridicolo il mondo dei grandi: "perché alcuni uomini odiano?" "perché la gente viene a chiedere i dollari, se sono fatti solo di carta?"
Broadside #47, giugno 1964