Little Grave lyrics

On Christmas Eve I went a walking out beyond the city gate

For to fetch a fresh young pheasant for my darling`s Christmas 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

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

God had made this little body that I have killed on Christmas Eve

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
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