One winter's Eve I went a walking out beyond the city gate
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For to fetch a fresh young pheasant for my darling's dinner plate
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It was snowing oh so quietly and the woods were wide and soft
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Just the sound of snowflakes falling and the footsteps as I walked
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There I saw a fresh young pheasant and I shot and killed him there
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And I heard a distant church bell as the bird fell from the air
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As I held his dying body the strangest thought came over me
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God had made this little body that I had killed so faultlessly
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All the woods were dark and shadowed with the light the cold stars gave
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I sent a prayer to God in heaven and covered up the little grave
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And covered up the little grave
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Little Grave
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| George Hamilton Iv |
