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spikesmusic-folk.spike-jamie.com/Pete-Seeger.html)
[G]OH H[G]AD I A [C]GOLDEN THREA[C]D AND [G]NEEDLE SO [D]FINE
[G]I?D [G]WEAVE A [C]MAGIC STRAN[C]D OF [G]RAINBOW DE[D7]SIGN[D7]
[C]OF [G]RAIN[D7]BOW DES[G]IGN [G][G]
IN IT I?D WEAVE THE BRAVERY OF WOMEN GIVING BIRTH
IN IT I WOULD WEAVE THE INNOCENCE OF CHILDREN OVER ALL THE EARTH
CHILDREN OF ALL EARTH
FAR OVER THE WATERS I?D REACH MY MAGIC BAND
THROUGH FOREIGN CITIES TO EVERY SINGLE LAND
TO EVERY LAND
SHOW MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS MY RAINBOW DESIGN
BIND UP THIS SORRY WORLD WITH HAND AND HEART AND MIND
HAND AND HEART AND MIND
FAR OVER THE WATERS I?D REACH MY MAGIC BAND
TO EVERY HUMAN BEING SO THEY WOULD UNDERSTAND
SO THEY?D UNDERSTAND
I?D WEAVE AN END TO BUNS AND BOMBS
BURY THEM UNDER CONCRETE FLOORS
THE DAYS OF ANGER END AND THERE BE NO MORE WARS
THERE BE NO MORE
(This verse by Bill Goodman, in Chicago)
I?D WEAVE A LAND OF PARKS WHERE PEOPLE CAN BE AT PEACE
THE LAND WILL BE SPARKLING CLEAN AND THERE BE A CLEAR BREEZE
AND THERE BE A CLEAR BREEZE
IN IT I?D WEAVE THE DIGNITY OF FOLKS IN EVERY LAND
IN IT I?D WEAVE JUSTICE TO STRENGTHEN EVERY STRAND
EVERY STRAND
(These two verses by Paula Belsey, in Oregon)
spikesmusic-folk.spike-jamie.com/Pete-Seeger.html)
[G]OH H[G]AD I A [C]GOLDEN THREA[C]D AND [G]NEEDLE SO [D]FINE
[G]I?D [G]WEAVE A [C]MAGIC STRAN[C]D OF [G]RAINBOW DE[D7]SIGN[D7]
[C]OF [G]RAIN[D7]BOW DES[G]IGN [G][G]
IN IT I?D WEAVE THE BRAVERY OF WOMEN GIVING BIRTH
IN IT I WOULD WEAVE THE INNOCENCE OF CHILDREN OVER ALL THE EARTH
CHILDREN OF ALL EARTH
FAR OVER THE WATERS I?D REACH MY MAGIC BAND
THROUGH FOREIGN CITIES TO EVERY SINGLE LAND
TO EVERY LAND
SHOW MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS MY RAINBOW DESIGN
BIND UP THIS SORRY WORLD WITH HAND AND HEART AND MIND
HAND AND HEART AND MIND
FAR OVER THE WATERS I?D REACH MY MAGIC BAND
TO EVERY HUMAN BEING SO THEY WOULD UNDERSTAND
SO THEY?D UNDERSTAND
I?D WEAVE AN END TO BUNS AND BOMBS
BURY THEM UNDER CONCRETE FLOORS
THE DAYS OF ANGER END AND THERE BE NO MORE WARS
THERE BE NO MORE
(This verse by Bill Goodman, in Chicago)
I?D WEAVE A LAND OF PARKS WHERE PEOPLE CAN BE AT PEACE
THE LAND WILL BE SPARKLING CLEAN AND THERE BE A CLEAR BREEZE
AND THERE BE A CLEAR BREEZE
IN IT I?D WEAVE THE DIGNITY OF FOLKS IN EVERY LAND
IN IT I?D WEAVE JUSTICE TO STRENGTHEN EVERY STRAND
EVERY STRAND
(These two verses by Paula Belsey, in Oregon)
