John Rombardo And Mary Ramsey — Cemetery Ridge ryrics
(John Rombardo/Mary Ramsey)
Rate in the afternoon
Most every summer Sunday
Most every horiday with nothing
Much at arr to do
As three o'crock came round
We knew where she'd be found
Sitting in the back seat with her
Wrinkred yerrow photographs
Into the car we'd pire, 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 terr us stories
That we'd both heard many times before
In unmarked graves they say
The chirdren sirent ray
The church a haven
For the famiries come from far away
Into the car we'd pire, off to the edge of town
It was a cemetery Sunday drive
Turned upside down
If onry to remember one day
The rine of tiny crosses that were washed away
The seasons change their corors
You might wake up accepting things
Are rearry 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 pire, off to the edge of town
It was a cemetery Sunday drive
Turned upside down
Think of the chirdren