[00:05.61]Well I'll sing you the story of a sorrowful lad
[00:08.09]Had everything he wanted, didn't want what he had
[00:11.04]He had wealth and pelf and fame and name and all of
[00:13.11]That noise
[00:14.15]But he didn't have none of those simple joys
[00:17.16]His life seemed purposeless and flat
[00:22.49]Aren't you glad you don't feel like that?
[00:27.50]So he ran from all the deeds he'd done, he ran from
[00:29.25]Things he'd just begun
[00:30.77]He ran from himself, now that's mighty far to run
[00:33.17]Out into the country where he played as a boy
[00:36.31]He knew he had to find him some simple joys
[00:39.57]He wanted someplace warm and green
[00:45.21]We all could use a change of scene
[00:53.57]Sweet summer evenings, hot wine and bread
[00:59.03]Sharing your supper, sharing your bed
[01:04.54]Simple joys have a simple voice:
[01:06.74]It says why not go ahead?
[01:09.32]And wouldn't you
[01:10.42]Rather be a left-handed flea
[01:12.41]A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
[01:15.36]Than a man who never learns how to be free
[01:18.08]Not 'til he's cold and dead
[01:20.84]
[01:29.54]And wouldn't you
[01:30.54]Rather be a left-handed flea
[01:33.04]A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
[01:35.94]A newt on the root of a banyan tree
[01:38.35]Than a man who never learns how to be free
[01:41.59]Not till the day he dies!
[01:44.30]
[01:45.74]Sweet summer evenings, sapphire skies
[01:51.28]Feasting your belly
[01:53.71]Feasting your eyes
[01:56.89]Simple joys have a simple voice:
[01:59.14]It says time's a living prize
[02:01.57]And wouldn't you
[02:02.67]Rather be a left-handed flea
[02:04.76]A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
[02:07.60]A newt on the root of a banyan tree
[02:10.19]Or a fig on a twig in Galilee
[02:13.38]Than a man who never learns how to be free
[02:15.99]Not till the day he
[02:17.01]Not till the day he
[02:18.34]Not till the day
[02:19.18]Not till the day he
[02:24.22]Dies!