George Hamilton Iv Little Grave Lyrics

Little Grave Lyrics

One winter's Eve I went a walking out beyond the city gate



For to fetch a fresh young pheasant for my darling's dinner plate



It was snowing oh so quietly and the woods were wide and soft



Just the sound of snowflakes falling and the footsteps as I walked



There I saw a fresh young pheasant and I shot and killed him there



And I heard a distant church bell as the bird fell from the air



As I held his dying body the strangest thought came over me



God had made this little body that I had killed so faultlessly



All the woods were dark and shadowed with the light the cold stars gave



I sent a prayer to God in heaven and covered up the little grave



And covered up the little grave