Child

There was a funeral last week
A procession down the street
People acted like the circus came to town
The choir sang so loud
When the casket hit the ground
That the tiny bell that rang was all but drowned
She’s buried alive
Buried alive
A little child stood by the grave
And was told that it was brave
It’s not right to lose ones mother while so young
The child was wondering still
That if mother was so ill
Then who pulled on the string so the bell rung?
She’s buried alive
Buried alive
Aaah
Come, let’s go outside and play
Pretend we ran away
I know a secret place
In the garden by the maze
They keep the curtains closed
And we are never told
And no one wants to say
«Will they let our mother stay?»
And the silence of the crowd
Stood in contrast to the sound
On the last night when dear mother could still cry
There was laughter just before
As the child peeked through the door
The shadows of her sickness grew to wild
Now she’s buried alive
Buried alive
Aaah
Come, let’s go outside and play
Pretend we ran away
I know a secret place
In the garden by the maze
They keep the curtains closed
And we are never told
And no one wants to say
«Will they let our mother stay?»
Bring me mother
I can’t sleep
Child don’t weep
Mother’s resting
Mother will wake up again
Bring me mother
I can’t sleep
Child don’t weep
Mother’s resting
Mother will wake up again
Come, let’s go outside and play
Pretend we ran away
I know a secret place
In the garden by the maze
They keep the curtains closed
And we are never told
And no one wants to say
«Will they let our mother stay?»
«Will they let our mother stay?»