Beatles Songs, Mormonized

At the Sunstone Symposium this year, Todd Compton, Harold Peterson, and Clair Von Barrus are giving a presentation titled “The Beatles, Rock ‘n’ Roll, and Mormonism.” (Follow the link in the image on the right for more information or to register for Sunstone. If you do, just know that I’ll be jealous!)

Inspired by their topic, I thought it might be fun to imagine what a few of their song lyrics might have been if they had been Mormons. Here are three of my attempts. If you feel so inclined, please feel free to add yours in the comments.

Here Comes the Son

Here comes the Son, here comes the Son
And I say He’s the light.

True disciple, it’s been so many dispensations
True disciple, it’s been so long since Fall and Flood.

Here comes the Son, here comes the Son
And I say He’s the light.

True disciple, the hope returning for Atonement
True disciple, He is the one who’ll shed His blood.

Here comes the Son, here comes the Son
And I say He’s the light.

Son, Son, Son, here He comes!
Son, Son, Son, here He comes!
Son, Son, Son, here He comes!
Son, Son, Son, here He comes!
Son, Son, Son, here He comes!

True disciple, it feels like Jesus is arriving
True disciple, He’ll be the one to clear the FUD.

Here comes the Son, here comes the Son
And I say He’s the light.

Here comes the Son, here comes the Son
And I say He’s the light.

The Plates in the Hill

Year after year, alone in a hill
The sword and the golden plates are keeping perfectly still.
Left where Moroni buried them
Now nobody knows that they’re there
And nobody comes a digging

But the plates in the hill
Have a story to share
And they want to be free
To be shared everywhere.

Well on the way, head in a hat
The man of a thousand visions in his true habitat.
Then he has another vision
Four times this new vision appears
Four years he returns to the hill

But the plates in the hill
Have a story to share
And they want to be free
To be shared everywhere.

The man finally comes digging
He unearths the plates and the sword
The plates he begins to translate

And the plates in the hill
Have a story to share
And they want to be free
To be shared everywhere.

He hardly ever reads them
Sticks with his rock and hat
They don’t like him

And the plates in the hill
Have a story to share
Even though they’re now free
They still feel no one cares.

The Strait and Narrow Path

The strait and narrow path, that leads, to your tree
Will never disappear, I’ve seen that path before
It always leads me here, lead me to your tree
The dark and dreary waste, I traversed, and I trod
Has left a pool of tears, crying for the flawed
Why leave me standing here, show me the iron rod.

I’ve been in the building great, the building spacious too
I’ve only ever had one goal, to make it back to you
And still you lead me back, to the strait and narrow path
You sent me to this field a long long time ago
Don’t leave me waiting here, lead me to your tree.

And still you lead me back, to the strait and narrow path
You sent me to this field a long long time ago
Don’t leave me waiting here, lead me to your tree.