Today would have been Harry Chapins 82nd birthday



Sometimes these days it's hard to choose The one right road to go But this then is all I'm sure
I know You see I know when a child is hurting That silence can be wrong
And I know that when old folks are helpless I can't just pass along
And I know when someone's hungry I can't just sing this song
And when I hear somebody crying I can't just wonder who that it could be
And I hear somebody crying now And it sure sounds like America to me
 



And so you and I
We'll watch our years go by
We'll watch our sweet dreams fly
Far away, but maybe someday
I don't know when
But we will dream again
And we'll be happy then
Till our time just drifts away
 


Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire
,For we believed in things, and so we'd sing.
 


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