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(Pete Seeger)
You know this language that we speak, is part german , latin and part greek Celtic and arabic all in a heap, well amended by the people in the street The Choctaw gave us the word "okay"; "vamose" is a word from Mexico way. And all of this is a hint I suspect of what comes next. [Chorus:] I think that this whole world Soon mama my whole wide world Soon mama my whole world Soon gonna be get mixed up. Soon mama my whole world Soon mama my whole wide world Soon mama my whole world Soon gonna be get mixed up. I like Polish sausage, I like Spanish rice, and pizza pie is also nice Corn and beans from the Indians here washed down by German beer Marco Polo traveled by camel and pony, he brought to Italy, the first macaroni And you and I as well we're able, we put it all on the table [Chorus] There were no red-headed Irishmen before the Vikings landed in Ireland How many Romans had dark curly hair before they brought slaves from Africa? No race of man is completely pure, nor is anyone's mind, that's for sure The winds mix the dust of every land, and so will woman and man. [Chorus] This doesn't mean we will all be the same, We'll have different faces and different names Long live many different kinds of racesIt's a difference of opinion that makes horse races Just remember the rule about rules, brother What could be right for one could be wrong for the other And take a tip from La Belle France: "Viva la difference!" [Chorus] |
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| 2. |
| 4:45 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:28 |
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| 4. |
| 3:36 |
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| 5. |
| 4:36 |
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| 6. |
| 4:42 |
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| 7. |
| 4:38 |
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| 8. |
| 4:33 |
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| 9. |
| 4:46 |
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| 10. |
| 2:00 |
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| 11. |
| 3:09 |
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| 12. |
| 4:07 |
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| 13. |
| 4:16 |
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It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand. Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind ? When I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. You've got reasons a-plenty for going, This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growing, Please don't go, please don't go. Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind ? I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind, You know that was the last thing on my mind. As I lie in my bed in the mornin' Without you, without you. Each song in my breast dies a born-in Without you, without you. Are you going away with no word of farewell, Will there be not a trace left behind ? when I should have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. |
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| 14. |
| 3:56 |
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