Pretty Little Cemetery - Ron Sexsmith

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