Simple Joys

==Lyrics==
Original Broadway Cast Album
Leading Player	Sweet summer evenings
 	Hot wine and bread
 	Sharing your supper
 	Sharing your bed
 	Simple joys have a simple voice,
 	It 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 ‘til he’s cold and dead
 	Well, I’ll sing you a story of a sorrowful lad
 	Had everything he wanted, didn’t want what he had
 	He had wealth and pelf 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 just begun
 	He ran from himself, which is mighty far to run
 	Out into the country where he played as a boy
 	He knew he had to 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
 	Or gaining a pound
 	Simple joys have a simple voice
 	It 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
 	It says “Time is living’s 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 man 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
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