We Call the People That We Love Inside

The shops are shut. Our hearts are open wide Before we put the Closed sign on the door We call the people that we love inside ‘Last orders at the bar!’ the barman cried Our days of wine and roses are no more The pubs are shut. Our hearts are open wide The schools are shut. How hard the children tried For what, they sigh, was all our striving for We call the people that we love inside No space made out of stone for God to hide At home alone we face a higher law The church is shut. Our hearts are open wide Our doors are shut. In darkness we abide We tear our hair and wash our fingers raw With all the people that we love inside The price we pay for freedom is our pride What price our freedom if we win the war The shops are shut. Our hearts are open wide We call the people that we love inside © Gail Foster 23rd March 2020