Love Letters

[Lori]

Inspired by Dee's post. Let the concept of wartime letters / love letters ignite the writer in you.

The song:



The lyrics:

Spoiler:

What He Wrote


Forgive me, Hera,
I cannot stay
He cut out my tongue,
There is nothing to save

Love me, oh lord, he threw me away,
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay

He wrote, I'm broke
Please send for me
But I'm broken too,
And spoken for
Do not tempt me

Her skin is white, and I'm light as the sun,
So holy light shines, on the things you have done

So I asked him how he became this man?
How did he learn to hold fruit in his hands?

And where is the lamb, that gave you your name?
He had to leave, though I begged him to stay

Left me alone, when I needed the light
Fell to my knees, and I wept for my life

If he had have stayed, you might understand
If he had have stayed, you never would've taken my hand

He wrote,
I'm low
Please send for me
But I'm broken too,
And spoken for
Do not tempt me

And where is the lamb, that gave you your name?
He had to leave, though I begged him to stay

Begged him to stay, in my cold wooden grip
Begged him to stay, by the light of my ship

Me fighting him,
Fighting light,
Fighting dawn,
And the waves came,
And stole him,
And took him to war

He wrote,
I'm broke
Please send for me
But I'm broken too,
And spoken for
Do not tempt me

Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stay
Cut out my tongue, there is nothing to save
Love me oh lord, he threw me away
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay

We write
That's alright
I miss his smell

We speak,
When spoken to
That suits us well
That suits us well

That suits me well

~ Laura Marling

Little background:

"I read some letters published in a newspaper, wartime letters, from World War II. It was between a man and a woman, a man who had gone away to fight, and it only had the woman's letters. They never found the man's letters, and it was all about how the last time that they had seen each other, she had been so upset that she was, like, rigid with anger, and I started to think about his letters."
------ Laura Marling