Текст песни
Pull my daisy, tip my cup
All my doors are open
Harp my heart for coconuts
All my eggs are broken
Harp my heart, harp my light
Cirrus, hold me steady
Hyp my angel, harp my light
Lay it on the needy
Harp my heart, harp my light
Cirrus, hold me steady
Hyp my angel, harp my light
Lay it on the needy
Well, when Jack and Neil and Al and I wrote this song
Back in 1959, we never thought it would be a music fest tonight
And seeing all of you at this beautiful
Place on this August eve is outta sight
Because the music has been going all the daytime as well
And in the afternoon we have nothing to sell
Because there's only the stories of the music to tell
And that really is truly alright
Because music fest is the best
You can come in short pants or a crop-tail vest
It doesn't matter how you dress anyway
Because the sunshine in your heart brings each brand new day
The spirit of what it is all about
And if Jack himself were here
He'd be sitting in on the cougar drums
And sharing in this cosmic cheer
Because they used to make all the words of music up too
Just like now we're going to do
It's called improvising or spontaneity
And you can do it without having to pull your daisy
Because it's so much fun
You don't have to worry about the battles that are lost
Or the ideas that are won
Because it comes in its natural way
There's not really too much left to say
Except that if you think that the 1950s were a drag
You're probably right, but still they were out of sight
Because they had a different type of bag
We all used to get together like this August beautiful weather
Whether you were from Pennsylvania, New York, didn't matter any
It only meant that you had spent part of your tether
You were tethered to the rope of reality
It was all so connected with spontaneity