60년대에 등장하는 모던 포크 아티스트들에게 우디 거스리와 함께 가장 많은 영향을 미쳤던 피트 시거. 1950년에서 1974년까지 FOLKWAYS레이블에 남긴 레코딩 가운데서 선곡한 베스트 트랙 23곡! 정치적인 메시지를 담은 자신의 대표곡 [WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?]을 비롯한 그의 자작곡들 외에 우디 거스리의 곡, 전래 민요 등 다양한 레퍼토리로 구성되어 있어 피트 시거의 음악을 이해하는 데 다시 없이 좋은 앨범 .... ....
Oh, what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney. Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merther. Who made the mine open? Say the black bells of Rhonda. And who killed the miner? Say the grim bells of Lina.
Who aband' us in court? Say the bells of Newport. All will be well if-if-if-if-if, Say the green bells of Cardiff. Why so worried, sister why? Say the silver bells of Whye. And what will you give me? say the sad bells of Rhymney.
Oh, what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rymney. Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merther. Who made the mine open? Say the black bells of Rhonda. And who killed the miner? Say the grim bells of Lina.
Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone I will tell you of a young boy, whose age was nineteen He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen
Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side Expecting to be shot on sight, or taken for a ride By them dirty cold operator gun thugs, that roamed from town to town A-shooting down the union men, where e'er they may be found
Harry Simms was walkin' down the track, one bright sun-shiney day He was a youth of courage, his step was light and gay He did not know the gun thugs was hiding on the way To kill our brave young comrade this bright sun-shiney day
Harry Simms was killed on Brush Creek, in nineteen thirty-two He organized the miners, into the N.M.U. He gave his life in struggle, that was all that he could do He died for the union, also for me and you
God bless the grass that grows through the crack. They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back. The concrete gets tired of what it has to do, It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru, And God bless the grass.
God bless the truth that fights toward the sun, They roll the lies over it and think that it is done It moves through the ground and reaches for the air, And after a while it is growing everywhere, And God bless the grass.
God bless the grass that breaks through cement, It's green and its tender and it's easily bent, But after a while it lifts up its head, For the grass is living and the stone is dead. And God bless the grass.
God bless the grass that's gentle and low Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow. And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor, And the wild grass growing at the poor man's door, And God bless the grass
Where have all the flowers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the flowers gone, Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone, Young girls picked them every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the young girls gone, Long time passing, Where have all the young girls gone, Long time ago, Where have all the young girls gone, gone to young men every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the young men gone, Long time passing, Where have all the young men gone, Long time ago, Where have all the young men gone, gone to soldiers every one, When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time ago, Where have all the soldiers gone, Gone to graveyards every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the graveyards gone, Long time passing, Where have all the graveyards gone, Long time ago, Where have all the graveyards gone, Gone to flowers every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn
Oh had I a golden thread And a needle so fine I would weave a magic spell Of rainbow design Of rainbow design
In it I would weave the courage Of women giving birth And in it I would weave the innocence Of the children of all the earth Children of all the earth
Won't you show my brothers and sisters My rainbow design 'Cause I I would bind up this sorry world With hand and my heart and mind Oh hand and heart and mind
Oh had I a golden thread And a needle so fine I I would weave a magic spell Of rainbow design Of rainbow design Oh oh oh