Video: "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?" written by Pete Seeger sung by Gregory Vanderlaan

https://youtu.be/LLjpvJP9MmY  

Classic Anti-War Protest Song. It circles around and starts again at the beginning. We go from flowers to soldiers to graveyards and back to flowers again. 

This was one of the most requested songs of my "Miss Piggy Song Book" (a hand written set of lyrics and chords of my favorite hundred songs... with Miss Piggy and Kermit on the cover... It lived in my guitar case for decades... )  

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_Have_All_the_Flowers_Gone%3F  

Seeger created a song which was subsequently published in Sing Out in 1962. He recorded a version with three verses on The Rainbow Quest album (Folkways LP FA 2454) released in July 1960. Later,
 Joe Hickerson added two more verses with a recapitulation of the first^[3] in May 1960 in Bloomington, Indiana.^[7]

Peace Sign made out of Rocks on Mount Shasta, California

Translation of the song "Guantanamera" as sung by Pete Seeger... and Guantanamericano-the hidden verses…”

I always was confused by the verse:

“Yo soy un puto frijelero nacio en el este de Los Angeles,
Yo soy un puto frijelero nacio en el este de Los Angeles…
Tengo demasiados hijos, ¿de dónde provienen sus ojos azules?”

But Cheech and Chong sang it so I could understand it...
OR you could copy and paste it into Google Translate!
(It's really offensive)

Or is it One Ton of Marijuana? - sung by Darryl Cherney and the Chernobyls!

actual song...
Guantanamera : ( Lady from Guantanamo, Cuba)
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

(I am a truthful man,
From the land of the palm tree.
Before dying, I want to
Share these poems of my soul.)

[Chorus (after each verse):]
Guantanamera! Guajira!
Guantanamera!
Guantanamera! Guajira!
Guantanamera!

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

(My verses are light green,
But they are also flaming red.
My verses are like a wounded fawn,
Seeking refuge in the mountain.)

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar

(With the poor people of this earth,
I want to share my lot.
The little streams of the mountains
Please me more than the sea.)