歌曲名 Simple Joys 歌手名 Patina Miller

作词：佚名

作曲：佚名

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 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 underground

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

Not 'til he's underground

Sweet summer evenings sapphire skies

Feasting her belly

Feasting her 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