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Related: About this forumI Come And Stand at Every Door-This Mortal Coil(remastered)
From about thirty years ago...this reminds us why we must oppose Trump's call for a new nuclear arms race.
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I Come And Stand at Every Door-This Mortal Coil(remastered) (Original Post)
Ken Burch
Dec 2016
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Hoyt
(54,770 posts)1. A great song. First heard it in 1967 on the Byrds' 5th Dimension album.
Ken Burch
(50,254 posts)2. The tune was actually written by Pete Seeger
and the lyrics are a translation of a poem by a Turkish Marxist writer named Nazim Hikmet.
This version is the one I'm most familiar with...heard it often in the Nineties, when it was on one of the cd's in regular rotation at the espresso place I worked at in those years.
LongTomH
(8,636 posts)3. Lyrics
I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent prayer
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead
I'm only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow
My hair was scorched by a swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweets nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead
All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play
Ken Burch
(50,254 posts)4. Thank you n/t.