Farewell, Pete Seeger
Oh.
Oh.
There's an ache in my soul.
Something is lost.
There's a person-sized hole.
For ninety-four years, he was here.
Now he's gone,
But his life and his music live on.
Crude, perhaps, as a chorus. But you can all sing it with me. And maybe come up with some verses to go with it.
For Pete.
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Oh.
There's an ache in my soul.
Something is lost.
There's a person-sized hole.
For ninety-four years, he was here.
Now he's gone,
But his life and his music live on.
Crude, perhaps, as a chorus. But you can all sing it with me. And maybe come up with some verses to go with it.
For Pete.
This entry was originally posted at http://filkertom.dreamwidth.org/1646880.html. You may comment there or here, although LJ tends to have a livelier conversation at this time.