Ron Sexsmith - Pretty Little Cemetery lyrics

Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day Walking with my family, stopping on the way To read the epitaphs and wonder at the graves Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day Pretty little monument beneath a shady tree For a little boy who died in 1943 But still in the air this lingering grief Pretty little monument beneath a shady tree There's an old couple on the bus Sitting next to us, my boy and I And pointing to the graveyard My boy turns to the old man And says, "This is where you go to when you die My papa told me so" The old man said, "Yes, we know" Pretty little cemetery, hear the bells ring When the night falls it's a very different thing Outside the gate there's a woman looking in Pretty little cemetery, hear the bells ring