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Late in the afternoonMost every summer SundayMost every holiday with nothingMuch at all to doAs three o'clock came roundWe knew where she'd be foundSitting in the back seat with herWrinkled yellow photographs.Into the car we'd pile, off to the edge of townIt was a cemetery Sunday driveTurned upside down.But times were different thenAnd she'd remember whenAnd tell us storiesThat we'd both heard many times before.In unmarked graves they sayThe children silent layThe church a havenFor the families come from far away.Into the car we'd pile, off to the edge of townIt was a cemetery Sunday driveTurned upside down.SongtexteIf only to remember one dayThe line of tiny crosses that were washed away.The seasons change their colorsYou might wake up accepting thingsAre really gone.It's not so strange not to abandon hopeOf finding markings for her first three daughtersAnd a son.Into the car we'd pile, off to the edge of townIt was a cemetery Sunday driveTurned upside down.Think of the children. Aus Songtexte Mania