Forgive him, Peter. He was a sick boy. I find myself thinking how we all began life as Adam did, as someone's precious baby boy or girl. Somewhere along the way, he took, or was taken along the wrong path. My heart goes out to the Lanza family as it does to the families of Adam's victims. And, I find myself thinking of my own children, now grown. As a parent, you never stop worrying. Never stop praying.
Calling My Children Home Those lives were mine to love and cherish.
To guard and guide along life's way.
Oh God forbid that one should perish.
That one alas should go astray.
Back in the years with all together,
Around the place we'd romp and play.
So lonely now and oft' times wonder,
Oh will they come back home some day.
I'm lonesome for my precious children,
They live so far away.
Oh may they hear my calling...calling..
and come back home some day.
I gave my all for my dear children,
Their problems still with love I share,
I'd brave life's storm, defy the tempest
To bring them home from anywhere.
I lived my life my love I gave them,
to guide them through this world of strife,
I hope and pray we'll live together,
In that great glad here after life.
I'm lonesome for my precious children,
They live so far away.
Oh may they hear my calling...calling.. and come back home some day.
--Emmylou Harris “Calling My Children Home”
Fine post. One would be hard-pressed to find a song more appropriate for the time.
“Calling My Children Home” shows the composer’s credit as being Charlie Waller, Doyle Lawson and Robert Yates, c. 1978. They were in the group “The Country Gentlemen” back then.
Give a listen to Ann and Pete Sibley’s version here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U933Xy75nd0
There is also a version by a more “classic” choral assembly here:
http://www.sheetmusicplus.com/title/Calling-My-Children-Home/16670279#
(click the “listen” button)
Notwithstanding the battle regarding our Second Amendment rights that is coming, I would recommend the links above to anyone reading this. They’re worth your time.
Thanks for posting this. I wish I’d thought of it.