A child like Grace
I wish you could've seen her face
How bright that sunflower shone!
With a child like Grace running all around this place
It should be said, "my, how you've grown..."
She was only three when she taught herself to read
"I do not like them, Sam I Am"
She taught us how to love
We learned so much but not enough
I'm sure that's when we learned to give a damn
She will grace our lives no more
She was only four
She died before she was five
Now it's a grave mistake
God in his wisdom makes
What does he care?
He fashioned us from clay
Lay me down in a bed of sunflowers
Overgrown and wild
I've survived my own child
See the fields and meadows crying, yeah
Proud dandelion heads turned grey
Now the wind in a puff blows you away...
Mary had a baby, yeah
Mary had a baby, yeah
Mary had a baby, yeah
Mary had a baby, yeah