Greg Curnoe

To the tune “Joe Hill,” by Earl Robinson
Lyrics © Susan Daly and Alan Yoshioka 2002

I dreamed I saw Greg Curnoe here
Alive as you and me.
Says I, “But why’d you leave us, Greg?”
“’Twas senseless death,” says he,
“’Twas senseless death,” says he.

So many deaths we could prevent
If all would drive with care
And show concern for those who ride
Upon the roads we share,
Upon the roads we share.

When riding on the city streets
With others or alone
We have the right to reach our goal
And travel safely home,
And travel safely home.

May drivers check behind them
And not open doors too fast.
May swerving into traffic
Be a nightmare of the past,
A nightmare of the past.

Une mort d’une bicycliste, c’est trop
C’est trop, une autre blessée.
Revendiquons le droit
De voyager en securité,
Voyager en securité.

Wherever cyclists gather round
To mourn a fallen friend,
That’s where you’ll find the will to make
This tragic story end,
This tragic story end.