Little Grave - Chelsea Wolfe

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