My grandmother had three sons
She dreamed about her children's children
Then came 1941
Only one son would see the war end
Joseph died marching in Bataan
Frank on the sands of Iwo Jima
The day the bomb destroyed Japan
She thanked God and Harry Truman
She blamed the godless Japanese
For having crushed her sweetest dreams
One thousand candles for my sons
Every day I will remember
In Illinois, far from her past
Miss Nakamura still remembers
She was six when she saw the flash
That turned the world to smoke and ashes
Mother taught her daughter well
Run from the fire to the river
There she found a living hell
But not a mother or a father
Though she survived with just a scrape
Her family vanished into space
One thousand suns, one thousand cranes
Everyday I will remember
My grandmother had three sons
She never dreamed she'd have a daughter
But at the age of eighty-one
She met a nurse named Nakamura
It was a question only meant
To make some talk and pass the hours
About a picture by the bed
A photograph of two young soldiers
Hatred and anger stored for years
Slowly melted into tears
One thousand candles, a thousand cranes
Everyday I will remember
I've a picture in my mind
Of two women slowly walking
August 6th, 1985
Walking to church to light a candle
And they once asked me to explain
Why grown men play such foolish games
One thousand candles, a thousand cranes
Everyday I will remember.
She dreamed about her children's children
Then came 1941
Only one son would see the war end
Joseph died marching in Bataan
Frank on the sands of Iwo Jima
The day the bomb destroyed Japan
She thanked God and Harry Truman
She blamed the godless Japanese
For having crushed her sweetest dreams
One thousand candles for my sons
Every day I will remember
In Illinois, far from her past
Miss Nakamura still remembers
She was six when she saw the flash
That turned the world to smoke and ashes
Mother taught her daughter well
Run from the fire to the river
There she found a living hell
But not a mother or a father
Though she survived with just a scrape
Her family vanished into space
One thousand suns, one thousand cranes
Everyday I will remember
My grandmother had three sons
She never dreamed she'd have a daughter
But at the age of eighty-one
She met a nurse named Nakamura
It was a question only meant
To make some talk and pass the hours
About a picture by the bed
A photograph of two young soldiers
Hatred and anger stored for years
Slowly melted into tears
One thousand candles, a thousand cranes
Everyday I will remember
I've a picture in my mind
Of two women slowly walking
August 6th, 1985
Walking to church to light a candle
And they once asked me to explain
Why grown men play such foolish games
One thousand candles, a thousand cranes
Everyday I will remember.
envoyé par Riccardo Venturi - 24/12/2018 - 09:41
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Authors / Autori / Auteurs / Säveltäjät:
Rich Prezioso / Jacquie Manning
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