The Little Ones Yusuf Islam

Oh they killed all the little ones
While their faces still smiled
With their guns and the fury
They erased their young lives

No longer to laugh
No longer to be a child
Oh they've killed all the little ones
While their faces still smiled

Now they're burying the little ones
And they're making the graves deep
So the world cannot see
That tonight we may sleep

While they wash away the blood
The mothers all weep
Oh they're burying the little ones
And they're making the graves deep
Oh they're burying the little ones
And they're making the graves deep

Yet where will the devils go
When that day comes
When the angels drag them out
To face the little ones