Buried Child -

Buried child

In a little wooden box

Buried child

Down under the rocks

Who could have put him there

In his little coffin clothes?

Who could have left him there

So cold he probably froze

Buried child (x4)

Buried child

In a little wooden box

Buried child

Down under the rocks

Who could have put her there

In her little coffin clothes?

Who could have left her there

So cold she probably froze

Did he have a name

Did he go too soon

If it’s a boy let’s call him Salton

If it’s a girl then Wanda June

Buried child (x3)

The tears, the tears, the tears

Buried child

Not much flesh left on the bone

Buried child

So sad so all alone

Buried child

With your little boney toes

Buried child

I can hear your fingernails grow

With tears and tears and tears

Buried child I’m so happy for you

Buried child with your eyeball goo

Dribbling down your chin

Buried child move over and let me in