OH HAD I A GOLDEN THREAD
(written by Pete Seeger in 1959; learned from hearing him and from Sing Out)
Oh, had I a golden thread, and needle so fine,
In it I'd weave the bravery of women giving birth,
In it I'd weave the restlessness of men going ever forth,
Far o'er the waters, I'd reach my magic band,
Show my brothers and my sisters my rainbow design,
Far o'er the waters, I'd reach my magic band,
(repeat first verse)
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
I'd weave a magic cloak of rainbow design,
Of rainbow design.
In it I'd weave the innocence of children o'er the earth,
Children of all earth.
Through heat of desert sands, through blizzards of the North,
Through the frozen North.
To foreign cities, to ev'ry foreign land,
To ev'ry land.
Bind up this sorry world with hand and heart and mind,
Hand and heart and mind.
To ev'ry human being, so they would understand,
So they would understand.