dirt in a hole
plant, robert
the preacher bowed and turned to go
he threw some dirt into a hole
he shrugged and cast away the cold
he rearranged his preachers clothes
the word of god is all he knows
precious boy so young and fair
guarding castles in the air
pretty flowers in sweet array
picked to die and fade away
god bless the solder and his gun
small sacrifice then justice done
he's every broken mothers son
pretty flowers in sweet array
picked to die and fade away
he threw some words into the air
he spoke the pain we all must share
how we will meet again out there
precious boy so young and fair
guarding castles in the air
pretty flowers in sweet array
picked to die and fade away
precious boy so young and fair
guarding castles in the air
pretty flowers in sweet array
picked to die and fade away