Dirt in a Hole Robert Plant

The preacher bowed and turned to go
He threw some dirt into a hole
He wasn't needed anymore, oh

He shrugged and cast away the cold
He rearranged his preacher's clothes
The word of God is all he knows

Precious boy so young and fair
Guarding castles in the air
Pretty flowers in sweet array
Picked to die and fade away

(Message from heaven)
Sun in the sky
(Message from heaven)
News from on high

God bless the soldier and his gun
Small sacrifice, then justice done
He's every broken mother's son

Pretty flowers in sweet array
Picked to die and fade away

(Message from heaven)
Sun in the sky
(Message from heaven)
News from on high
(Message from heaven)
Sun in the sky
(Message from heaven)
Oh, yeah