Graveyard - Sarasvati

We are the children from grave but some get over that

Count our blessing

Better than that buy a hat, buy a coat, or pet

Take up dancing

We shall not sing a sad song we could sing happy song

When the darkness comes down

We’ve seen better in the dark, we don’t need a light

All we need is here…

We’re ghost forms (of) fright

We have driven sleep from eyes away

The giant trees are bending

The storm fast decending

We don’t care just keep singing

Sleep sleep you are all sleep

Little sorrow sit and weep

Secret joys and secret smiles

Little pretty infant wiles

From your cheek and from your eyes

You’re the youthful harvest night

When your little heart awake

Then the dreadful lighting breaks