A silver blue moon
is shining over the cemetery
A strong wind is blowing
A man is sitting down on the ground

Dead leaves are falling
Big branches too
The earth is shaking
Graves are covered up all through

Why is he there
She was too young
His hat is flying
Into a new born sun

Where does he go
The gates are all closed
The road is long
and there ain't no angels to propose

Why is he there
She was too young
His hat is flying
Into a new born sun

The wind is gone
The sun is coming up
A crow strikes down
So maybe, she's still around

Why is he there
She was too young
His hat is flying
Into a new born sun

Why is he there
She was too young
His hat is flying
Into a new born sun

She was too young...

 

Lyrics: D. la Fontaine
Music: D. la Fontaine

©2007 Buma/Stemra