The Tiger Lillies - Little Boys Blues lyrics

You were sweet and innocent And only seventeen seventeen A beautiful summer's day And so to church you rode away Birds singing in the sky Philosophers wondering why While vagabonds such as I Sing our songs and cry And vagabonds not like me Stare lustfully at you through the trees They raped you took your life With a cudgel and a knife Little boys' blues What can we do We might come from Hell But we're too young to tell Little boys' blues What can we do We might come from Hell But we're too young to tell Found your body cold and still Abused amongst the daffodils God you allow this deed Do you condone this greed A father and a mother's grief Are told but without release And when they moved the young girl's head The soil it bled A church built where she died How her mother and father cried A church built on belief A church built on grief Little boys' blues What can we do We might come from Hell But we're too young to tell Little boys' blues What can we do We might come from Hell But we're too young to tell Little boys' blues Little boys' blues Little boys' blues Little boys' blues