Karaoké Simple Joys Pippin

Sweet summer evenings

Hot wine and bread

Sharing your supper

Sharing your bed

Simple joys have a simple voice

It 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 the story of a sorrowful lad

Had everything he wanted

Didn't want what he had

He had wealth and pelf and fame and name and all of that noise

But 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 was mighty far to run

Out into the country where he played as a boy

He knew he had to find him some simple joys

He wanted someplace warm 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 'till he's underground

Sweet summer evenings

Sapphire skies

Feasting your belly

You're feasting your eyes

Simple joys have a simple voice

It says time is a living's 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 man who never learns how to be free

Not 'till the day he

Not till the day he

Not 'till the day

Not 'till the day he dies

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