THE LITTLE ONES (of Sarajevo & Dunblane)

 

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1. Oh, they’ve killed all the little ones, while their faces still smiled,

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    with their guns and their fury they erased their young lives.

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    No longer to laugh, no longer to be a child,

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    oh, they’ve killed all the little ones, while their faces still smiled.

 

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2. Now they’re burying the little ones, and they’re making their graves deep,

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    so the world cannot see that tonight we may sleep.

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    While they wash away the blood, the mothers all weep,

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    oh, they’re burying the little ones, and they’re making their graves deep.

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    Oh, they’re burying the little ones, and they’re making their graves deep.

 

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3. Yet where will the devils go, when that Day comes?

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    When the angels drag them out, to face the little ones.

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    Oh, they’ve killed all the little ones,  with their eyes open wide,

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    there was nothing to help them, on the day that they died.

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    No bed to run under, no cupboard to hide,

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    oh they’ve killed all the little ones with their eyes open wide.

 

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4. They’ll be raising the little ones, with no sin to atone,

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    in the light of High Heaven they will sit on tall thrones.

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    Where playtime lasts forever and God’s Mercy never ends,

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    they’ll be raising the little ones, and they’ll all be best friends.

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    They’ll be raising the little ones,  and they’ll all be best friends.

 

    (Yusuf Islam = Cat Stevens)