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Stephen Schwartz
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Simple Joys
Sweet summer evenings Hot wine and bread Sharing your supper Sharing your bed
Simple joys have a simple voice That says, 'Why not go ahead?' And wouldn't you, rather be a left-handed flea A crab on a slab, at the bottom of the sea
Than a man who never learns How to be free Not till he's cold and dead
Well, I'll sing you a story Of a sorrowful lad He had everything he wanted Didn't want what he had
He had wealth and health And name and fame And all of that noise He didn't have none of those Simple joys
His life seemed purposeless And flat Aren't you glad you don't feel Like that?
So he ran from all the deeds he'd done He ran from things he'd just begun He ran from himself Which is mighty far to run
Out into the country Where he'd played as a boy He knew he had the find him some Simple joys
He wanted someplace warm 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And green We all could use a change Of scene
Sweet summer evenings So full of sound Gaining a lover Gaining a pound
Simple joys have a simple voice That says, 'Take a look around' And wouldn't you, rather be a left-handed flea A crab on a slab, at the bottom of the sea
A newt on the root, of a banyan tree Than a man who never learns How to be free Not 'til he's underground
Sweet summer evenings, sapphire skies Feasting your belly You're feasting your eyes
Simple joys have a simple voice That says, 'Time is a livings prize' And wouldn't you, rather be a left-handed flea A crab on a slab, at the bottom of the sea
A newt on the root, of a banyan tree A fig on a twig in Galilee Than a men who never learns How to be free Not 'til the day he
Not 'til the day he Not 'til the day Not 'til the day He dies
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