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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Though the best tributes are not in the words of songs, but in the deeds we do to honor his life.
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Past the ache in our hearts, on the song in our throats
We'll sing in the darkness, we'll sing in the dawn.
As his life and his music live on
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Here's to singing his spirit home.
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On the shore of the Hudson River
There once lived a remarkable man.
They called him Old Pete Seeger -
But to us, what a gem of our land!
Hear the rinka-tinka-tinka-tinka playing on,
He knew what a banjo is for!
Did the rinka-tinka-tinka for a hundred years...
We'd wish for a hundred more.
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