October 26th, 2007

I remember listening to this song by Harry Chapin, a singer-songwriter in the truest sense, about 4 years ago. Last night I accidentally ran into this song sitting on my hard drive. I kept listening to it until the song had sunk deep within.

Although I couldn’t do much justice to the vocals, but it’s an honest attempt. I just wonder if Harry would not have died at 39, what he might have done. Enjoy this great composition and extra-ordinary words.

Here is the MP3 of the song.

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Words:

Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,
For we believed in things, and so we’d sing.

Remember when the music
Brought us all together to stand inside the rain
And as we’d join our hands, we’d meet in the refrain,
For we had dreams to live, we had hopes to give.

Remember when the music
Was the best of what we dreamed of for our children’s time
And as we sang we worked, for time was just a line,
It was a gift we saved, a gift the future gave.

Remember when the music
Was a rock that we could cling to so we’d not despair,
And as we sang we knew we’d hear an echo fill the air
We’d be smiling then, we would smile again.

Oh all the times I’ve listened, and all the times I’ve heard
All the melodies I’m missing, and all the magic words,
And all those potent voices, and the choices we had then,
How I’d love to find we had that kind of choice again.

Remember when the music
Was a glow on the horizon of every newborn day
And as we sang, the sun came up to chase the dark away,
And life was good, for we knew we could.

Remember when the music
Brought the night across the valley as the day went down
And as we’d hum the melody, we’d be safe inside the sound,
And so we’d sleep, we had dreams to keep.

And I feel that something’s coming, and it’s not just in the wind.
It’s more than just tomorrow, it’s more than where we’ve been,
It offers me a promise, it’s telling me “Begin”,
I know we’re needing something worth believing in.

Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,
For we believed in things, and so we’d sing.

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