Every Time I'm In The Woods, I

Songwriters Can’t Explain. You Get An Idea And You Don’t Know Where It’s Come From. And If You’re Lucky, You Have A Pencil Or Pen And Can Write It Down.

I'd Like To Be Remembered As The Sower Of Seeds. That's The Greatest Parable In The Bible As Far As I'm Concerned. Some Seeds Fall In The Pathway, Get Stomped On And Don't Grow. Some Fall On The Stones And Don't Even Sprout, But Others Fall On The Ground And Multiply A Thousand Fold.

There Is A Big, Beautiful World That Could Be Destroyed By Selfishness And Foolishness. We Musicians Have It Without Power To Save It. In A Small Way, Every Single One Of Us Counts.

My Father Urged Alan [lomax] Not To Repeat The Mistakes Of The European Folklorists Who, A Century Ago, Had Collected These Peasant Songs And Then Arranged Them For Part Choir And Accompanied Them On Piano, And Then Told The Young People Of Their Country, "don't Change A Note, This Is Our Sacred Heritage." Father Said, Whether It's A Fiddle Tune Or A Gospel Song, Learn It Right Off The Record From The People Who Grew Up With It. Don't Just Learn It From A Piece Of Paper.

I'm Still A Communist In The Sense That I Don't Believe The World Will Survive With The Rich Getting Richer And The Poor Getting Poorer - I Think That The Pressures Will Get So Tremendous That The Social Contract Will Just Come Apart.