All my life's a circle; But I can't tell you why; Season's spinning round again; The years keep rollin' by. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me Well just today I had my birthday I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore I've got this… — Harry Chapin Copy Share
You see, she was gonna be an actress and I was gonna learn to fly. She took off to find the footlights, and I… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
And the look on her face as she opened the door Was like an old joke told by a friend. It'd taken ten more… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
All of us should be involved in our own futures to create a world that our children will want to live in. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
Why did the little girls grow crippled While the little boys grow strong The boys allowed to come of age The girls just came… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
The reason nobody else in my business has any impact is because they're all comatose. — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
