Polly’s Song

Unlike many of the songs here, there is nothing remotely satirical about this one. In 1993, I was living in Petaluma, California, during the Polly Klaas kidnapping ordeal that gripped the nation. I and everyone around me experienced the tragedy and the frenzied two-month media circus up close and personal.

This is by far the hardest song I ever wrote. It was written the night we learned for certain Polly wasn’t coming home. The lead singer is my little buddy and a housemate from that time, Trisha, who had just started junior high and who sat next to Polly in seventh grade history class the same day she was taken.

 

 

 

 

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Polly’s Song
by Scotty and the Skeptics
© 1993 Skeptico Music – BMI

In the hands of God
In the hands of God
That’s where our sweet Polly is
She’s in the hands of God

Polly touched the heart of Petaluma
The town will never be the same
She brought us all together
But now Polly has gone away

The whole world came to know Polly
Her big smile and those rosy cheeks
She was born to be an actress
But she didn’t have time for her dreams
No she didn’t have time for her dreams

In the hands of God
In the hands of God
That’s where our sweet Polly is
She’s in the hands of God

Most of us never knew Polly
But we’ll remember her all our days
She’ll always be our angel
The winged horse in her sixth grade play
And Polly dancing all around the stage

In the hands of God
In the hands of God
That’s where dear sweet Polly is
She’s in the hands of God