No earthly grave for me
in dark twilight years, I be
Alone in the cold damp ground
Missing nature's joyous sound
I do not expect to wither there
They'll be no one to even care
And set a flower by my stone
For I be here quite all alone
No, No no wooden coffin box
Plunked down with forever locks
I prefer to return to humble dust
Take my ashes but do not rush
Go gently to some quiet glade or glen
Somewhere, where I have never been
An spread my ashes among songbirds
Singing love song I have never heard
And let the wind take me faraway, far
Where field flowers bloom like a star
And here I rest my weary tired head
Nourishing the nature's earth instead
The silent earth beneath my flight
Into the heavens I might alight.
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