Testo di Little Grave

When I was a little one I'd follow you into the Sun I held your hand You held me then I went outside You never saw me again Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset Touch not ye my little grave For mama is now far away They lay me there And there I lay You can't fight guns with guns - we'll all perish that way Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunset And the blue dreams keep on calling me Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunset