Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Forster Chapinwas an American singer-songwriter best known for his folk rock songs including "Taxi", "W*O*L*D", "Sniper", "Flowers Are Red", and the No. 1 hit "Cat's in the Cradle". Chapin was also a dedicated humanitarian who fought to end world hunger; he was a key participant in the creation of the Presidential Commission on World Hunger in 1977. In 1987, Chapin was posthumously awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for his humanitarian work...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth7 December 1942
CityBrooklyn, NY
CountryUnited States of America
We all have the potential to move the world, and the world is ready to be moved.
If we can muster up that degree of commitment and get away from the uniquely American perception that if something can't be done immediately it isn't worth doing, then I think the Hunger Movement, this small but growing minority of us, can have a truly significant impact.
If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died, what one man's life could be worth, well I wonder what would happen to this world?
I believe that success brings responsibility. It also does not bring immunity to the consequences of our quickening march towards oblivion. The bottom line is that all of us should be invovled in our own futures to create a world that our children will want to live in.
And the wind will whip your tousled hair, The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, Great tales of love and strife. And somewhere on your path to glory You will write your story of a life.
He was dancing to some music No one else had ever heard He'd speak in unknown languages She would translate every word And then when the world was laughing At his castles in the sky She'd hold him in her body Till he once again could fly.
Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that we are never so alive as when we concern ourselves with other people.
She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away.
I am a greedy, selfish bastard. I want the fact that I existed to mean something.
My son turned 10 just the other day. He said, 'Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play - Can you teach me to throw?' I said, 'Not today, I got a lot to do.' He said, 'That's OK.'