Friday, March 23, 2007

When to cry at a concert

Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

You know God knows how young they were
To have to die

Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give roadhouse bands not golden harps
To these our boys
Let them love Peter
For they've had no time
They should have bird songs and trees
And hills to climb
The taste of summer
And a ripened pear
And girls as sweet as meadow wind
And flowing hair
And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here

Let them in, Peter
For they are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires
Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

You know God knows how young they were
To have to die

And tell them how they are missed
But say not to fear
It's gonna be all right
With us down here

It's gonna be all right
With us down here

Poem converted to a song by John Gorka.

4 comments:

jackscrow said...

"Closer To The Light" by Bruce Cockburn always gets me... as well as "Festival of Friends".

Chad Lupkes said...

Have you ever heard Don Conoscenti? His album "Paradox of Grace" has a song called "The Other Side" that does the same thing.

http://www.donconsoscenti.com

Chad Lupkes said...

Spelled it wrong.

http://www.donconoscenti.com

jackscrow said...

I will check that out.

Gorka is probably my favorite songwriter.


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