John

[Gerry]

JOHN

The rebellious son of Liverpool
He let his hair grow long
A devil for the woman
He pulled them with a song

He met a few kindred spirits
In the Cavern they would play
Low ceilings rang with echoes
If a bum note was to stray

They travelled the world over
Their music was the best
It opened every door to them
They put everything to the test

There was Lucy and the Sargent
But they were only some
Of the characters they sang about
In their music and their song

Peace and love and happiness
They sought in every land
But trouble tore them apart
Never more to be a band

He lived in the Big Apple
So far from Liverpool
He never forgot his home town
Or stopped being ultra cool

Someday he would return there
He always used to say
His dream to see the Cavern
Once more to sing and play

But the world it is a crazy place
Not fond of peace and love
The gunman ended all his dreams
As he lay there in his blood

By Gerry Temple
Copyright February 2008