Terri Hendrix - Calle De Los Niños lyrics

He digs a grave In his Sunday best He says a prayer Where his child will rest He believes his son is blessed His soul will rise again He leans into the shovel The shovel leans into the earth The earth gives little by little Until he is done with his work Our lady of the Guadalupe above the marigolds Dia de los muertos entre los angelitos His wife made a wreath of flowers In honor of their son Who went to school one morning And never came back home Calle de los niños Until the streets take them in Wrap them up in darkness And spit them back out again Our lady of the Guadalupe above the marigolds Dia de los muertos entre los angelitos There's beer cans between the headstones Weeds between the mounds A broken lock guards the chain link fence Circling the grounds He sees the row of headlights They glitter like a star Coming up the gravel drive Behind a long black car The family gathers in a circle The circle leans into the grave The grave leans into the parents Of the child they could not save He says a prayer In his Sunday best Over the grave Where his child will rest He believes His son is blessed His soul will rise again His child will rise … Our lady of the Guadalupe above the marigolds Dia de los muertos entre los angelitos