Thank You, PeteLast night I heard Pete Seeger died It made me want to cry, But I knew Pete wouldn’t want it that way, So I asked myself, “What would Pete want to say?” . . . And immediately, I knew.
He’d say, “There’s a Hell of a Hoot in Heaven tonight.”
And all are welcome, that’s the invite,
Woody will be there. Odetta will too.
Brownie and Sonny, and Phil will all call
You won’t want to miss it,
It’ll be quite a DO
Folks of all colors, short ones and tall,
So come one, and come all.Yes . . . Thank you, Pete, For “The Goofin’ Off Suite,” And for all the folks That you helped us meet, For the union maid, Who never was afraid, For Hudie, the Weavers, And the songs you made. For teaching us how To make a garden grow, “Inch by Inch” and “Row by Row.” And singing us the story about A-bi-yo-yo For courage displayed In McCarthy’s dark days For teaching us peace Is the only sane way, For letting us know The best way to show That we love Uncle Sam Was to leave Vietnam When “the Big Fool said To push on.” And “bring ‘em home, bring ‘em home, bring ‘em home.” Yes, thank you, Pete, I must repeat, For music so stirring And lyrics so neat, For asking in song, “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” For being committed To righting the wrongs, Not sitting so glum, In the face of things dumb, For teaching us all, “We Shall Overcome.” For cleaning the Hudson With the Clearwater Sloop No more GE PCBs No more untreated poop.
Yes, there’ll be a Hell of a Hoot in Heaven tonight.
Pete’ll be leading. It’ll be quite a sight.
Singing it twice at the same time,
As Arlo has joked
Up Jacob’s Ladder we’ll climb
Voices united in hope.
And the Bells of Rhymney will ring out so fine,
“Who robbed the miner?” Pete will remind.
So thank you, Pete, we’re all better for you.
There’ll be a Hell of a Hoot in Heaven tonight,
I’ve no doubt, no doubt,
no doubt that it’s true!
(c) Jeff Schwartz, 2014.