The Little Ones - Yusuf Islam

Oh they killed all the little ones

While their faces still smiled

With their guns and the fury

They erased their young lives.

No longer to laugh

No longer to be a child

Oh they’ve killed all the little ones

While their faces still smiled.

Now they’re burying the little ones

And they’re making the graves deep

So the world cannot see

That tonight we may sleep.

While they wash away the blood

The mothers all weep

Oh they’re burying the little ones

And they’re making the graves deep.

Oh they’re burying the little ones

And they’re making the graves deep.

Yet where will the devils go

When that day comes

When the angels drag them out

To face the little ones.

Oh they’ve killed all the little ones

With their eyes open wide

There was nothing to help them

On the day that they died.

No bed to run under

No cupboard to hide

Oh they’ve killed all the little ones

With their eyes open wide.

They’ll be raising the little ones

With no sin to atone

In the light of high heaven

They will sit on tall throne.

Where playtime lasts forever

And God’s mercy never ends.

They’ll be raising the little ones

And they’ll all be best friends.

They’ll be raising the little ones

And they’ll all be best friends.