One of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard! 😪 Written by some post-WWII Japanese, set to music by Pete Seeger and then performed by his niece with such a wonderful voice. So sad that she is gone..
I knew Sonya in college. Hearing this recording is bringing me sweet memories of the music we made together, and how much I admired her and loved her voice. I didn't know of her passing until I saw this album release. Of course I ordered a copy and look forward to listening to the whole record. Rest in song, sister.
A beautiful folk ballad from a great lyrical poet. We don't have such music today, but it's beautiful to know we can always revisit this music again and again in this digital age
Lyrics When I was most beautiful, Cities were falling And from unexpected places Blue sky was seen When I was most beautiful People around me were killed And for paint and powder I lost the chance When I was most beautiful Nobody gave me kind gifts. Men knew only to salute And went away. When I was most beautiful My country lost the war I paraded the main street With my blouse sleeves rolled high When I was most beautiful Jazz overflowed the radio; I broke the prohibition against smoking; Sweet music of another land! When I was most beautiful I was most unhappy I was quite absurd I was quite lonely That's why I decided to live long Like Monsieur Rouault, Who was a very old man, When he painted such terribly beautiful pictures, You see...?
One of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard! 😪
Written by some post-WWII Japanese, set to music by Pete Seeger and then performed by his niece with such a wonderful voice.
So sad that she is gone..
The whole album is great!
I knew Sonya in college. Hearing this recording is bringing me sweet memories of the music we made together, and how much I admired her and loved her voice. I didn't know of her passing until I saw this album release. Of course I ordered a copy and look forward to listening to the whole record. Rest in song, sister.
A beautiful folk ballad from a great lyrical poet. We don't have such music today, but it's beautiful to know we can always revisit this music again and again in this digital age
Lyrics
When I was most beautiful,
Cities were falling
And from unexpected places
Blue sky was seen
When I was most beautiful
People around me were killed
And for paint and powder I lost the chance
When I was most beautiful
Nobody gave me kind gifts.
Men knew only to salute
And went away.
When I was most beautiful
My country lost the war
I paraded the main street
With my blouse sleeves rolled high
When I was most beautiful
Jazz overflowed the radio;
I broke the prohibition against smoking;
Sweet music of another land!
When I was most beautiful
I was most unhappy
I was quite absurd
I was quite lonely
That's why I decided to live long
Like Monsieur Rouault,
Who was a very old man,
When he painted such terribly beautiful pictures,
You see...?
¡Que hermosa voz!
Sonya Cohen Cramer is Pete Seeger's niece.