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