A child like grace   I wish you could've seen her face   How bright that sunflower shone      With a child like grace   Running all around the place   It should be said, "My, how you've grown"      She was only three   When she taught herself to read   I do not like them, Sam I am      She taught us how to love   We learned so much but not enough   I'm sure that's when we learned to give a damn      She will grace our lives no more   She was only four   She died before she was five      Now it's a grave mistake   God in His wisdom makes   What does he care? He fashioned us from clay      Now lay me down in a bed of sunflowers   Overgrown and wild   I've survived my own child      See the fields and meadows crying, yeah   Proud dandelion heads turned gray   Now the wind in a puff blows you away      Mary had a baby