Stephen Schwartz - Simple Joys lyrics

Sweet summer evenings Hot wine and bread Sharing your supper Sharing your bed Simple joys have a simple voice That says, "Why not go ahead?" And wouldn't you, rather be a left-handed flea A crab on a slab, at the bottom of the sea Than a man who never learns How to be free Not till he's cold and dead Well, I'll sing you a story Of a sorrowful lad He had everything he wanted Didn't want what he had He had wealth and health And name and fame And all of that noise He didn't have none of those Simple joys His life seemed purposeless And flat Aren't you glad you don't feel Like that? So he ran from all the deeds he'd done He ran from things he'd just begun He ran from himself Which is mighty far to run Out into the country Where he'd played as a boy He knew he had the find him some Simple joys He wanted someplace warm And green We all could use a change Of scene Sweet summer evenings So full of sound Gaining a lover Gaining a pound Simple joys have a simple voice That says, "Take a look around" And wouldn't you, rather be a left-handed flea A crab on a slab, at the bottom of the sea A newt on the root, of a banyan tree Than a man who never learns How to be free Not 'til he's underground Sweet summer evenings, sapphire skies Feasting your belly You're feasting your eyes Simple joys have a simple voice That says, "Time is a livings prize" And wouldn't you, rather be a left-handed flea A crab on a slab, at the bottom of the sea A newt on the root, of a banyan tree A fig on a twig in Galilee Than a men who never learns How to be free Not 'til the day he Not 'til the day he Not 'til the day Not 'til the day He dies