Little girl

Little girl, little girl, why have you gone?
Where are your words, sweet and song?
Is this your blood, leaking on the floor?
Little girl, little girl, where have you gone?

Have you gone to heaven, to fly with white wings?
Are you roasting in hell, with the fanged things?

Little girl, little girl, I do miss you so.
Your sweet little hands, resting in mine,
Now here you are, in your neat little box.
Little girl, little girl, you are dead in the dirt.