“Four Perfect Pebbles”

Four Perfect Pebbles in my hand
Some made of granite, some of sand.
Found in this dark and desolate land
Four Perfect Pebbles in my hand.

 Mother comforts Albert and me
Father shields us from misery.
No parent’s love can ever erase
This sad and forgotten, lonely place.

Four Perfect Pebbles do I see
One for each member of my family.
I’ll hold them tight, I will not cry
All will live, no one will die.

 If I should lose my precious stones
My secret hiding place will reveal
More perfect pebbles far beneath
These barracks made of wood and steel.

Four Perfect Pebbles do I see
Mother, Father, Albert and me
I count them over one by one
I fall fast asleep, my work…is…done.

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Bart Music, Inc
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John Holt June 2005
 Sung by Lyric Ackelson

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