December eighth in nineteen-eighty
I was home on avondale
Boys were playin' basketball
When the news came in
And I heard my brother say, oh my god!
I said, what's the matter, Jesse?
He said, I don't want to tell you this
And he would not meet my eyes
Please comfort me
And shelter me
I am weak with love
Comfort me
And shelter me
I am weak with love
The policeman laid him in the police car
He was shot and bleeding
Then he said, are you john lennon?
John couldnt speak but he nodded yeah.
And I heard my brother say, oh my god!
I said, what's the matter, jesse?
He said, I don't want to tell you this
So he took me for a drive
Please comfort me
And shelter me
For I am weak with love
Comfort me
And shelter me
Well, I am weak with love
Love, love, love