03. Maralee

May 3, 2015
Dad Gindling

After listening to a folk musician at a local open mic I came home and wrote the music to this song. The next morning I worked on the lyrics, recalling an interview I had heard with a soldier who said that the reason he (and most of the soldiers in his unit) had joined the military was to kill people.

Maralee

Maralee

 

The train ran toward my home

For war I still longed

But soon I’d hold

my wife-to-be

 

Three years I was gone

She said she would be strong

that she would

wait for me

 

Maralee

Maralee

 

Through wind and rain

Onward pushed the train

Bruised skies

to match my fears

 

In war I had killed

Each death had been a thrill

Never even

dropped one tear

 

Maralee

Maralee

 

Why had she stopped

her lengthy letters not

arriving for me

to read

 

Some months ago

she tried to let me to know

she may no longer

be free

 

Maralee

Maralee

 

The train had me home

I stood feeling all alone

Held a newspaper

faded by the sun

 

There sat Maralee

on the cover looking pleased

guilty of

murder one

 

Maralee

Maralee

 

In the photo she smiled

Said she’d shot her lover while

he leaned

up against an old tree

 

She’d always wanted to kill

Said it’d been a thrill

In the end she was

just like me

 

Maralee

Maralee

 

My life has been torn

But I’ve got no time to mourn

Sun falling through the fading sky

 

To the prison I run

With my bullets, with my gun

With love in my heart I cry, for

 

Maralee

Maralee

Maralee

 

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