Simple Joys(Pippin/1972 Original Broadway Cast Recording) - Ben Vereen

作词：Stephen Schwartz

作曲：Stephen Schwartz

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

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 'til 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

Things he'd just begun

He ran from himself

now that's 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

you're gaining a pound

Simple joys have a simple voice

that say 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 banded tree

Than a man that

never learns how to be free

Not 'til he's underground

Sweet summer evenings

sapphire skies

Feasting her belly

You're Feasting your eyes

Simple joys have a simple voice:

It says time's a living 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

Or a fig on

a twig in Galilee

Than a man who never

learns how to be free

Not till the day

Not till the day

Not till the day

Not till the day dies

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