Peter, Paul, and Mary performed one of the sweetest renditions of “Playing Right Field,” a classic baseball song that reveals the joys and fears of being a kid at play.
Travers died yesterday at the age of 72.
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RIGHT FIELD
Willy Welch– © 1986 Playing Right Music
Saturday summers, when I was a kid
We’d run to the schoolyard and here’s what we did
We’d pick out the captains and we’d choose up the teams
It was always a measure of my self esteem
Cuz the fastest, the strongest, played shortstop and first
The last ones they picked were the worst
I never needed to ask, it was sealed,
I just took up my place in right field.
Playing…
Chorus:
Right field, it’s easy, you know.
You can be awkward and you can be slow
That’s why I’m here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow
Playing right field can be lonely and dull
Little Leagues never have lefties that pull
I’d dream of the day they’d hit one my way
They never did, but still I would pray
That I’d make a fantastic catch on the run
And not lose the ball in the sun
And then I’d awake from this long reverie
And pray that the ball never came out to me.
Here in…
(chorus)
Off in the distance, the game’s dragging on,
There’s strikes on the batter, some runners are on.
I don’t know the inning, I’ve forgotten the score.
The whole team is yelling and I don’t know what for.
Then suddenly everyone’s looking at me
My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
They point at the sky and I look up above
And a baseball falls into my glove!
Here in right field, it’s important you know.
You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw,
That’s why I’m here in right field, just watching the dandelions grow!
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<div><a href=”http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/2009/09/17/us/AP-US-Obit-Mary-Travers.html?_r=1″ target=”_self”>Travers died yesterday</a> at the age of 72.</div>
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<div><strong>RIGHT FIELD</strong>
<span style=”font-size:x-small;”>Willy Welch<em>- © 1986 Playing Right Music</em></span><span style=”font-size:x-small;”>Saturday summers, when I was a kid
We’d run to the schoolyard and here’s what we did
We’d pick out the captains and we’d choose up the teams
It was always a measure of my self esteem
Cuz the fastest, the strongest, played shortstop and first
The last ones they picked were the worst
I never needed to ask, it was sealed,
I just took up my place in right field.
Playing…</span>
<span style=”font-size:x-small;”>chorus<em>:</em>
<em>Right field, it’s easy, you know.</em>
<em>You can be awkward and you can be slow</em>
<em>That’s why I’m here in right field</em>
<em>Just watching the dandelions grow</em></span>
<span style=”font-size:x-small;”>Playing right field can be lonely and dull
Little Leagues never have lefties that pull
I’d dream of the day they’d hit one my way
They never did, but still I would pray
That I’d make a fantastic catch on the run
And not lose the ball in the sun
And then I’d awake from this long reverie
And pray that the ball never came out to me
Here in…</span>
<em><span style=”font-size:x-small;”>(chorus)</span></em>
<span style=”font-size:x-small;”>Off in the distance, the game’s dragging on,
There’s strikes on the batter, some runners are on.
I don’t know the inning, I’ve forgotten the score.
The whole team is yelling and I don’t know what for.
Then suddenly everyone’s looking at me
My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
They point at the sky and I look up above
And a baseball falls into my glove!</span>
<span style=”font-size:x-small;”>Here in right field, it’s important you know.
You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw,
That’s why I’m here in right field, just watching the dandelions grow!</span></div>
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