Little Children

(albüm: Mission Bell - 2008)

I dreamed of a devil last night
He tempted me with a wicked tongue and a rough hand
Said its alright honey its alright
you can leave that man
When I woke my head was spinning
As I recall all of the things he said
Made me feel less of a woman
Making me feel like a whore instead

I wont be going to my grave
I got a lot to live for
I wont be rocking in my faith
Yeah yeah yeah
I got a lot to hope for
I dreamed of a Devil last night

Amazing such a little thing
Can get in your head
Saying its alright its alright
You can stay in my bed
Stay in my bed
Stay here in my
No no no no

I'm not going to my grave
I got a lot to live for
I wont be rocking in my faith
Yeah yeah yeah
I got a lot to hope for
I'm not going to my grave
Yeah yeah yeah
I got a lot to live for

Little children
Go in circles
They will sing you lullabies
Little children
Rest your heads
No more monsters
No more devils
You are not who the wicked call you

Peace and strong and joy
Pure and peace and strong and joy
All you little children
Oh you little children

(Miss Mary Mac, Mac, Mac
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons buttons
All down her back, back, back)