On the side of a hill, in a land called somewhere.
A little boy lies asleep in the earth.
While down in the valley a cruel war rages,
And people forget what a child's life is worth.
On the side of a hill, a little cloud weeps,
And waters the grave with it's silent tears
While a soldier cleans and polishes a gun
That ended a life at the age of seven years.
And the war rages on in a land called somewhere.
And generals order their men to kill,
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
While a little cloud weeps on the side of a hill.