The little girl, she said to me
What are these things that i can see?
Each night when i come home from school
When mama calls me in for tea.

Oh, every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do?
To make that person black and blue.

Grandpa says they"re happy now
They sit with god in paradise
With angels wings and still somehow
It makes me feel like ice

Tell me theres a heaven
Tell me thats its true
Tell me theres a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they"re all happy now
Papa, tell me that its so.