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 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 Sunset Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset And the blue dreams keep on calling me And the blue dreams keep on calling me And the blue dreams keep on calling me And the blue dreams keep on calling me And the blue dreams keep on calling me And the blue dreams keep on calling me And the blue dreams keep on calling me Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset