Henry My Son Lyrics - Pete Seeger

You know it may seem hard to imagine 

But once upon a time people didn't have 

Any such thing as television, didn't have any radios 

And if you wanted to have any music 

You just had to make it yourself 

It was only the kings and queens 

That could afford to have somebody else make music for them 

And you might not think it would be very good music 

Everybody making their own music 

But you'd be surprised, in almost every family 

It seemed like there'd be somebody who could sing a song 

Or tell a story or tell a joke or something 

And in the evening they'd crowd around the fire 

May be so keep warm 

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One man told me he learned how to play the fiddle 

Because he noticed the fiddler always got to stand nearest to the fire 

So he decided that if he wants to stay warm 

He better learn how to play the fiddle 

And they'd sing these old ballads you know, like 

Where have you been all the day, Randall my son? 

Where have you been all the day, my pretty one? 

I've been to my sweetheart, mother 

I've been to my sweetheart, mother 

Mother, make my bed soon, for I'm sick to my heart 

And I fain would lie down 

That's an old old song, very sad one 

But I met a fellow last November over in England 

And he said he knew it a different way 

Everybody knows these songs different ways it seems 

He says, when he was a kid, all the, all the kids used to sing it 

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Where have you been all the day, Henry my boy? 

Where have you been all the day, my pride and joy? 

In the woods, dear mother 

In the woods, dear mother 

Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die 

What did you do in the woods all day, Henry my son? 

What did you do in the woods all day, my pretty one? 

Ate, dear mother 

Ate, dear mother 

Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die 

What did you eat in the woods all day, Henry my boy? 

What did you eat in the woods all day, my saveloy? 

Eels, dear mother 

Eels, dear mother 

Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die 

What color was those eels, Henry my boy? 

What color was those eels, my pride and joy? 

Green and yeller 

Green and yeller 

Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die 

Those eels were snakes, Henry my boy 

Those eels were snakes, my saveloy 

Urgh, dear mother 

Urgh, dear mother 

Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die 

What color flowers would you like, Henry my son? 

What color flowers would you like, my currant bun? 

Green and yeller 

Green and yeller 

Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die