Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Who killed Norma Jean?
I, said the City, as a civic duty
I killed Norma Jean
Who saw her die?
I, said the Night, and a bedroom light
We saw her die
Who'll catch her blood?
I, said the Fan, with my little pan
I'll catch her blood
Who'll make her shroud?
I, said the Lover, my guilt to cover
I'll make her shroud
Who'll dig her grave?
The tourist will come and join in the fun
He'll dig her grave
Who'll be chief mourners?
We who represent, and lose our ten percent
We'll be the chief mourners
Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Press, in pain and distress
We'll bear the pall
Who'll toll the bell?
I, screamed the mother, locked in her tower
I'll pull the bell
Who'll soon forget?
I, said the Page, beginning to fade
I'll be the first to forget