Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose

Tonight I dug up some old song lyrics to sing* to the Benniette,
as I was singing this one from the 60's it made me realise how much things
haven't really changed.
Benedict

* the sort of voice only a 4 yo daughter could love
(even my mother can't stand my singing)



Blowing In The Wind


How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just don't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind