Teach Your Children (Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, or some iteration thereof)
This song gets me every time I hear it. I don't hear it often, but it came on the radio this morning while I was on my way to the farmers' market. It's so clean, so simple. Love it.
You, who are on the road,
Must have a code that you can live by.
And so, become yourself
Because the past is just a goodbye.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams,
The one they fix, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
If they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh,
And know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by.
And so, please help them with your youth
They seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams,
The one they fix, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
If they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sign,
And know they love you.
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