John D. Loudermilk 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
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church bell as the bird fell from the air [
strings]
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
Lyrics: Little Grave, John D. Loudermilk [end]