Alison

[Joe Grant, my collaborator,
co-founded the Canadian folk band Tanglefoot.
His young friend Alison survived the Iraq War]

My dog, Charley
Is howling in the night.
He doesnít know whatís coming down,
Something isnít right.
He doesnít know thereís a War going on.
All he knows:
Alison is gone.

Alison, Alison,
Why did you have to go?
Alison, Alison,
I didnít know:
My words didnít reach you,
My life didnít teach you,
My message of Peace faded too soon.
Iím barking at the moon.

Alison, your beautiful voice
Rang into the sky.
Alison, youíre now in Iraq,
But your still a child.
Charley knows me, he senses my fear.
He pushes his nose into me,
Wishing you were here.

Alison, Alison,
Why did you have to go?
Alison, Alison,
How was I to know?
Iím barking at the moon.

This world has gone crazy,
Theyíre marching in unison.
Theyíve taken Charleyís best friend - Alison.
And weíre barking at the moon.

Alison, Alison,
Why did you have to go?
Alison, Alison,
I didnít know . . .

©  2005  Joe Grant - Ingrid Heldt