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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
Or 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 a story of a sorrowful lad
Had everything he wanted, didn't want what he had
He had wealth and pelf and name and fame 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'd played as a boy
'Cause he knew he had to find him some simple joy
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
It says, "Take a look around"
And wouldn't you rather be a left-handed flea
Or a crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
Or a newt on the root of a banyan tree
Than a man who never learns how to be free
Not 'til he's underground

Sweet summer evenings, sapphire skies
Feasting your belly, feasting your eyes
Simple joys have a simple voice
It says, "Time is living's prize"
And wouldn't you rather be a left-handed flea
Or a crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
Or 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 'til the day he, not 'til the day he
Not 'til the day, not 'til the day he
Dies!
Nah nah nah ...

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