Graveyard
Oh, once I went to a graveyard
And there I saw my mother's name
'Twas written on a cold gravestone
Oh well, it all turns out the same
I spied two little boys playing ball
I spied two little girls playin' dolls
And then they called each other names
Oh well, it all turns out the same
I think I'll go by motorcar
Or maybe go by aeroplane
Or maybe go by subway far
Oh well, it all turns out the same
Writer/s: Melanie Safka
