Pretty Little Cemetery Lyrics - Ron Sexsmith

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