Okay, there's an agenda here, too. I've looked through the DigiTrad and did a Forum search, as best I know how, and didn't find this tune, one of my favorites done by the Pozo-Seco Singers. But I don't know who wrote it. Anyone?
Michael D. Merchant
Johnny, run to the window.
Daddy's coming through the meadow.
What's that he's holding in his hand?
Johnny, looks like a present
For you; Daddy's bringing home a
Present for his little man.
Johnny, Johnny, run and meet him.
Run laughing to your father; greet him.
Show him you're happy that he's home.
Give him your little baby kisses,
So he may know that this is
His darling son, his very own.
[Bridge:] Johnny, peep into the sack.
Get ready for your thrill.
What has Daddy brought you back?
It's a little bird, lying still.
Johnny, hush your crying.
Little birds can't fly from dying.
Loveliness is powerless to save.
You will learn as you grow older,
Days are shorter; nights get colder.
The web of Time entangles and enslaves.
[Bridge:] Johnny, listen carefully:
Our debts must all be paid.
Beauty would not beauty be,
If it did not fade.
Johnny, don't be a-mourning.
Let the bluebird be your warning.
Enjoy the world; enjoy it while you may.
Each moment that your heart is beating,
Time is passing; time is fleeting.
Live your life; live it every day.
So live your life, Johnny; live it every day.