The Door Lyrics - Singles - Page Martin

Hannah is dreaming 

She's young once again 

She stands with her brother 

With thousands of men 

Her head has been shaven 

By a black uniform 

She's one of God's children 

That waits at the door 

Tears on her pillow 

She tightens her lips 

Touches the number 

Tattooed on her wrist 

The sign says "Treblinka" 

Again she can't breathe 

For all of the children 

She'll always see 

They're her constant companions 

Six hundred souls 

In the doors of the chambers 

there's one door of hope 

That would open to the forest 

And fields covered green 

Where all of God's children 

Again would be free 

And they came out of the tunnels 

Went over in waves 

She'd run with the others 

Over the graves 

As the watchtowers tumble 

In an ocean of fire 

Some of God's children 

Escaped through the wire 

Slowly 'round 

The raven flies 

Scours the trees 

Where they hide 

The beast he threatens 

"You won't survive" 

She raises her fist 

And whispers in her sleep 

"I am going to live! 

I am going to live!" 

Sunlight has risen 

In her garden today 

Hannah is watching 

Her grandchildren play 

She hears the bells ringing 

In a town far away 

For all of God's children 

Who died for this day