Pretty Little Cemetery

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 dayPretty 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 treeThere'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 manAnd says, "This is where

You go to when you die

My papa told me so"

The old man said, "Yes, we know"