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