Cemetery Row

There once was a little girl
Such a lovely little girl
And she spent her time out by the graves
Spread flowers for hours
And days into weeks
In a place called cemetery row

There once was a little boy
Such a handsome little boy
And he spent his time next to a grave
He'd lament for hours
Near piles of flowers
In a place called cemetery row

Curious and quirky she made conversation
Nevertheless asked him without hesitation
Why act so shy little boy no need to cry
Tell me what ails you please give it a try

He said I'm all alone and she said so am I
Well except for my father, with a tear in her eye
So with his hand in hers, what a great night it was
in the place called cemetery row

There once was a father
Such a protective father
Who watched the two out by the graves
He'd sit and he'd watch
And he'd scheme and he'd plot
In a place called cemetery row

The gates are the curtain to this lovely stage
A production of romance, and beauty and rage
The blood it will spill on the cobbles tonight
With an ending so wonderful it fills you with fright

there once was a wedding
such a romantic wedding
they held hands and wouldn't let go
yes there once was a wedding
a funeral wedding
in a place called cemetery row