Little Children

I dreamed of a devil last night

He tempted me with a wicked tongue and a rough hand

Said it’s alright, honey, it’s alright

You can leave that man

When I woke my head was spinning

As I recalled all of the things he said

Made me feel less of a woman

Making me feel like a whore instead

I won’t be going to my grave

I got a lot to live for

I won’t be rocking in my faith

I got a lot to hope for

I dreamed of a devil last night

Amazing such a little thing can get in your head

Saying it’s alright, babe, it’s alright

You can stay in my bed, stay in my bed, stay here in my

No no no no

I’m not going to my grave

I got a lot to live for

I won’t be rocking in my faith

I got a lot to hope for

I’m not going to my grave

I got a lot to live for

Little children, go in circles

He will sing you lullabies

Little children, rest your heads

No more monsters, no more devils

You are not who the wicked call you

Pure and peace and strong and joy

Pure and peace and strong and joy

All you little children

Oh, you little children