It's actually called

NAMES
(Cathy Fink)

CHORUS
And I know, my name could be there
And I feel, the pain and the fear
And this human love and passion
Do not make us all the same
We are counted not as numbers but as names

A patchwork of thousands of precious names
There must be someone there you know
Woven together in a quilted frame
The names the loved ones won't let go

We grieve for the lovers and the families
And I pray they'll meet again some day
But until that time I will carry the flame
As their numbers grow we'll not forget the names

A lover, a carpenter, a father, a friend
A sister, a minister, a man
Each quilted piece holds a memory
Each memory helps us to go on

(The above version as sung by Roy Bailey)

[1991:] Written for the Names Quilt, a memorial to victims of AIDS. The project began in San Francisco. It has rapidly become a major work of folk art that is a moving memorial to and celebration of, the lives of those who have died. Each name is on a patch six feet by three feet. There are now 13,000 pieces in the quilt. In July 1989 I was invited to sing this song at the opening of an exhibition of part of the quilt at the Vancouver Art Gallery. It was a privilege to be invited and it was the most moving event I have ever been involved with. (Notes Roy Bailey, 'Never Leave A Story Unsung')

[1999:] We at the Names Project (UK) are still receiving panels. Each new panel is another death; each new panel reminds us that there is no cure and each new panel reminds us that Aids has not gone away. (Iain McDonald, Director The Names Project (UK), letter to The Observer, 7 Mar)

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