May 2019

—-A song instead of a story—-

Where Have All The Flowers Gone

        (adopted from Pete Seeger)

Where have all the flowers gone?

Long time passing.

Bright in the morning sun,

Long time ago.

Where have all the flowers gone?

Faded, scattered every one.

When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn.

 

Where have all the young girls gone?

Long time passing.

Graceful, strong, and without fear,

Long time ago.

Where have all the young girls gone?

Grey and tired, long in years.

When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn.

 

Where have all the young men gone?

Long time passing.

Swift and certain of their dreams.

Long time ago.

Some are gone and some remain,

Moving slow with aches and canes.

When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn.

 

And where have all the children gone?

Long time passing.

Full of wonder, spirits free.

Long time ago.

Where have all the children gone?

They’ve grown to be like you and me.

When will we ever learn, when will we ever learn.

 

Where have all the flowers gone?

Long time passing.

Bright, in the morning sun,

A long time ago.

Where have all the flowers gone?

Faded, scattered every one.

What did we ever learn, what did we ever learn?

What did we ever learn?

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