Flowers Are Red

Harry Chapin

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riff- The little boy went first day of school He got some crayons and started to draw He put colors all over the paper For colors was what he saw And the teacher said.. What you doin’ young man I’m paintin’ flowers he said She said... It’s not the time for art young man And anyway flowers are green and red There’s a time for everything young man And a way it should be done You’ve got to show concern for everyone else For you’re not the only one And she said... Flo wers are red young man Green leaves are green   There’s no need to see flowers any other way Than they way they al ways have been seen But the little boy said... There are so many colors in the rain bow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flo wer And I see every one  **riff** Well the teacher said.. You’re sassy There’s ways that things should be done And you’ll paint flowers the way they are So repeat after me.. And she said... Flo wers are red young man Green leaves are green   There’s no need to see flowers any other way Than they way they al ways have been seen But the little boy said... There are so many colors in the rain bow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flo wer And I see every one  **riff** Well the teacher put him in a corner She said.. It’s for your own good.. And you won’t come out ’til you get it right And are responding like you should Well finally he got lonely Frightened thoughts filled his head And he went up to that teacher And this is what he said.. and he said... Flo wers are red Green leaves are green There’s no need to see flowers any other way Than the way they always have been seen  **riff** Time went by like it always does And they moved to another town And the little boy went to another school And this is what he found The teacher there was smilin? She said... Painting should be fun And there are so many colors in a flower So let’s use every one But that little boy painted flowers In neat rows of green and red And when the teacher asked him why This is what he said... and he said... Flo wers are red Green leaves are green There’s no need to see flowers any other way Than the way they always have been seen but there still must be a way to have our children sing... There are so many colors in the rain bow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flo wer And I see every one **riff** 6|-------------------------------| 5|-------------------------------| 4|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-----------------| 3|--4-2---2-4-5------------------| 2|------2------------------------| 1|-------------------------------| I hope you liked that one. I have a wide variety of popular artist and venues for audio tape trading.  Contact me at [email protected] > and I will e-mail my list to you.

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Cette chanson raconte l’histoire d’un petit garçon qui, à l’école, exprime sa créativité en dessinant des fleurs avec toute la palette de couleurs qu’il voit. Cependant, sa maîtresse insiste pour qu'il se conforme à une vision stricte et traditionnelle des choses, lui disant que les fleurs ne peuvent être que rouges et vertes. Malgré l’autoritarisme de l’enseignante, le garçon défend sa perspective, soulignant la richesse des couleurs qui l’entourent. Avec le temps, il finit par céder à la pression et adopte les idées de l’institutrice, bien qu’il ait perdu cette étincelle de créativité. Plus tard, dans une nouvelle école, il rencontre une enseignante qui valorise l’expression artistique. Malheureusement, il a déjà été conditionné à peindre dans des limites étroites, et il ne peut pas retrouver sa capacité à voir la beauté sous toutes ses formes. La chanson évoque ainsi les défis de la créativité face aux normes établies et à l'éducation.