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John & Mary( John and Mary )
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Cemetery Ridge
Late in the afternoon Most every summer Sunday Most every holiday with nothing Much at all to do As three o'clock came round We knew where she'd be found Sitting in the back seat with her Wrinkled yellow photographs
Into the car we'd pile, off to the edge of town It was a cemetery Sunday drive turned upside down
But times were different then And she'd remember when And tell us stories That we'd both heard many times before In unmarked graves they say The children silent lay The church a haven For the families come from far away
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Into the car we'd pile, off to the edge of town It was a cemetery Sunday drive turned upside down
If only to remember one day The line of tiny crosses that were washed away The seasons change their colors You might wake up accepting things Are really gone It's not so strange not to abandon hope Of finding markings for her first three daughters And a son
Into the car we'd pile, off to the edge of town It was a cemetery Sunday drive turned upside down Think of the children
(John Lombardo/Mary Ramsey)
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