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“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.
C2005
Bart Music, Inc
All Rights Reserved
John Holt June 2005
Sung by
Lyric Ackelson
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