A eulogistic folk song about the '60s folk singer and author of the novel "Been Down so Long It Looks Like Up to Me"
(chorus)
Richard Farina is gone
There's not too much to say
Learn from what he saw
And fear not your own grave.
(verses)
A sudden bulletin
On the radio
Told of his accident
On a motorcycle. (chorus)
A poet and a writer
He had a way with words
A rebel and a fighter
And a charmer of women. (chorus)
He filled the scene with laughter
And brought fun to the world
His artwork was the life he lived
With freedom and enthusiasm. (chorus)
He left behind his book and songs
He left behind his love
His spirit still lives in memories
Although he died so young. (chorus)
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