". . . there's no need to see flowers any other way . . ."

  • Song Found On:
    Living Room Suite
    1978
  • Harry Chapin has been called the troubadour of modern times. He originally wrote and performed his songs (really short stories about life) for his own pleasure or for friends. He briefly attended the United States Air Force Academy (he resigned after 3 weeks) and later studied philosophy for a few terms at Cornell University. Chapin was valued as a social reformer as well as a writer/performer. Each year at least half of Harry's concerts were performed for charity; in fact, he died in an auto accident while on his way to do a benefit. For tireless efforts to bring about an end to world hunger, he was posthumously awarded the highest award that the U.S. Congress can bestow on a citizen . . . the Special Congressional Gold Medal. Senator Edward Kennedy called Harry Chapin "an inspiration to us all. He was not only a brilliant artist, but an extraordinary human being with a social conscience as brilliant as his artistic talent."

 

FLOWERS ARE RED
By
Harry Chapin



Lyrics:

The little boy went first day of school
He got crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said . . . What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said . . . It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
A way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one

And she said . . .
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen

But the little boy said . . .
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said . . . You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me . . .

And she said . . .
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen

But the little boy said again . . .
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher put him in a corner
She said . . . It's for your own good . . .
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And are responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said . . . and he said

Flowers are red and green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smiling
She said . . . Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one

But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said . . . and he said

Flowers are red and green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.

 
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