sweet ghosts

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Oh little girl, don't you cry

Your mama's still with you, don't you hear her heart?

Oh little girl, don't you fret

Your mama'll stay with you, till you move on


Oh little boy, don't you fret

Dad still loves you, don't you forget

He looks at you and says in his heart,

"Look at my boy, he's come so far"


Oh child, don't you forget,

your sister's still here, don't you fret

your own angel, your sun on a winter's day

she sits by you, and watches you play


Oh little children, never you forget

those who leave you, have never really left

they stay with you, in your mind and heart

they'll always be with you, in your heart of hearts


They hold your hand and kiss your cheek

they whisper their secrets which leave them weak

and if you listen closely in your heart of hearts,

you can hear them say," Look, they've come so far"

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