WHEN I WAS MOST BEAUTIFUL

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 how 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.

Words  by Noriko Ibaragi (1957); Music by Pete Seeger (1967)
TRO - 1968 & 1970 Melody Trails, inc., New York, NY.