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Undervalued as a songwriter - especially in the shadow of MacColl, Heading for Home is but one of scores of valuable songs that Seeger has written, many grafted onto or from the living tradition. Her themes are love and betrayal, human solitude and need for affection, as well as the broad sweeps of socialist, feminist values and ideas. I looked across the amber light of the stone, timber and whitewash Market House, heard the incessant, sleety rain on the roof and witnessed an audience enthralled, left to sing on their own and all heading for home with thoughts and emotions drawn from deep, deep wells. Great gig, Peggy! - Francis Devine, Irish Times

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Backed by her sons Neil and Callum Maccoll – the standard of musicianship on stage was just fabulous – Peggy is a monster banjo player and the three of them together produce that wonderful intuitive sound that family members seem to be able create when singing and playing together.
- Anon

 

Everything Changes

Everything Changes
words, music, © 2008 Peggy Seeger
administered by Harmony Music

The house I lived in when I was a child
Had woods . . . . we all ran wild
You could hide ... then come home - after a while.
    The town I lived in when I was young   
    Everybody knew my name
    The world was my own
    Out in the dark, playing games
    Till mama called me home.

But that was then and now it's now
Everything changes, somehow
The house I lived in
The town I lived in
Everything changes ----


O, you been gone so long
Memories fade
It's dark and I'm afraid
I'm your little girl child
Your own, your very own
Mama, it's late - time to call me home.


The house I live in -  my hometown
The trees -- the city cut them down
It's all changed, you can't hide
The house stands there, lonely and strange
I stood and cried -
    The children ----their world is on a screen
    They play games – alone
    O - was it a dream
    When mama called me home
       
But that was then and now it's now
Everything changes, somehow
The house I live in
The world I live in
Everything changes - everything ... everything

 
O, you been gone so long
Memories fade
It's dark and I'm afraid
I'm your little girl child
Your own, your very own
Mama, it's late - time to call me home.

I'm your little girl child – out here alone

Mama, it's late - please call me home.

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