Sun on my Tongue

Walking down the road that my Daddy laid,
Picking flowers for Mumma in the old fashioned way.
I have only known happiness by the sun on my face
And the kindness of strangers so full of grace.

So sing to me darling sweet baby,
Rock-a-bye my troubles and my cares away
Wrap me up in a lullaby
And I'll try, oh I'll try not to cry

When I'm

Walking down the road that my Daddy laid,
Picking flowers for Mumma 'cos she has gone away.
The hardest task to be sent from above,
Is to dig the grave of someone you love.