😃 Ah, I love Pete Seeger! He left behind an amazing legacy of wonderful songs and music, worked together with legends, and became one, himself. 😊 He was a rare and gentle human being, and someone who never let fame give him a swelled head. I have many fond memories... 💕
I heard Pete Seeger sing this to an audience in Iowa City in 1966 or thereabouts. It always stuck with me. I think of it as 2018 turns to 2019 and it's a whole lot closer to matching my abilities than it was back then! He kept going to the ripe old age of 94, seeming to never huff and puff.
I heard Pete Seeger sing this back in 'eighty-one He had many more years before his work was done. He was sixty-two then; I'm sixty-four now. I've made this far; I've got no idea how!
I heard Pete Seeger do this song at a magical show in Monterey, CA. 1980? The venue told him it was time to end the show, so he went outside and continued playing for those of us who wanted to stick around. Extraordinary. He was always an inspiration.
at 91.9, I've decided to make this my theme song. Thanks Pete and RIP.; although I disagree with your politics you've given us a tremendous heritage of song.
Old age is golden So I've heard said, But sometimes I wonder As I crawl into bed, With my ears in a drawer My teeth in a cup My eyes on the table, Until I wake up, As sleep dims my vision I say to myself Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf But though nations are warring And business is vexed, I'll still stick around To see What happens and next.
Out of the clear blue one night, my husband walked up to me and uttered the title of this song. I had never heard of it before so I wanted to check it out. Played this clip and laughed at the lyrics. How clever! The lyrics, not my husband.
How do I know My youth is all spent My Get Up and Go Has got up and went, But in spite of it all I'm able to grin And think of the places My Get Up has been.
When I was young, My slippers were red, I could kick up my heels Right over my head, When I was older My slippers were blue But still I could dance The whole night through Now I am older My slippers are black I huff to the store And I puff my way back, But never you laugh I don't mind at all I'd rather be huffing Than not puff at all
This doesn't look like the venues I saw him at in Portland, Oregon in the late 1970s... But I did see him and Arlo on tour ~1979. ETA: I'm now 59... this song now feels relevant in ways it didn't used to.
I get up each morning Dust off my wits, Open the paper, Read the obit's, If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead, So I eat a good breakfast And go back to bed! How do I know My youth is all spent My Get Up and Go Has got up and went, But in spite of it all I'm able to grin And think of the places My Get Up has been.
