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1000 Candles, 1000 Cranes Rich Prezioso, ©1999 Tatertunes Music, BMI

 
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, a 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
 
Jacquie: vocals, pennywhistle
Rich: Vocals, guitar

 

 

 

 

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