The Blanket

Lyrics
[Intro] Last fall after we were in Germany My brother and I did a concert on the way home in Northern Ireland In the town of Derry (Alright!) And uh, at that point the, uh, first one of these recent hunger strikes was on And it was, that was the one that they called off in time Um, the place was pretty much of a powder keg at that point That's what this song is about This is called "The Blanket" It's done from a metaphorical point of view of, um A father waiting for his child to be born Prisoners in the H-Block prisons are on what thеy call a blanket protest They drеss just in a blanket And at that point everyone was waiting for them to carry the first one out Wrapped in a blanket [Verse 1] And life begins and life it ends All on this night of winter's woe Hanging to their sacred pain The sisters scurry to and fro And I await the child who's born Wait to hold his blanket form I can hear his painful cries Deep inside where I cannot go [Chorus] Have you seen the child I'll hold Blanketed against the cold? Leaving by that very door Only a fool could ask for more Can you please make his cries be heard and Kill his hunger with peaceful words? [Verse 2] Outside the walls the winter falls Blanketing the countryside The poor stay poor and the rich they hide The poor have children and the rich preside And Willie, he taunts me when he's juiced That I am the father of his child I toss and turn the moral loose Am I alone in pacing these halls? [Chorus] Have you seen the child I'll hold Blanketed against the cold? Leaving by that very door Only a fool could ask for more Can you please make his cries be heard and Kill his hunger with peaceful words? [Verse 3] And what shall I name this child of mine? Be it Connor or Brian or Bridget divine His former life a secret now Be it criminal or saint with sacred vow And these banal forms of colonial pride Though naked we came from the maker We'll dress him in what clothes he likes And lower him in his cradle [Chorus] Have you seen the child I'll hold Blanketed against the cold? Leaving by that very door Only a fool could ask for more Can you please make his cries be heard and Kill his hunger with peaceful words?
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Credits
- Writers
- Jack Hardy