When I die,
Do not confine my body in a two by four box. Constricting my soul,
holding my body from its natural resting place,
When I die,
burry me with the roses.
The daisies,
the lavender,
in this lovely meadow,
I shall meet my resting place
with acres upon acres
of bright blue sky kissing the fields
When I die,
let the currents of the river
carry my body to its serinity.
Let me drift as I was born to do;
upon this nobel land.
When I die,
find my eternal resting place
in the mountains, by the shrubs
my bed of vegetation
not, of binding wood.
When I die,
set me loose upon the world.
Only then can my heart be free
Resting in the foliage,
Sleeping in the trees,
The Gobal Geenery
of my beautiful mother;
Lady Earth.
Do not confine my body in a two by four box. Constricting my soul,
holding my body from its natural resting place,
When I die,
burry me with the roses.
The daisies,
the lavender,
in this lovely meadow,
I shall meet my resting place
with acres upon acres
of bright blue sky kissing the fields
When I die,
let the currents of the river
carry my body to its serinity.
Let me drift as I was born to do;
upon this nobel land.
When I die,
find my eternal resting place
in the mountains, by the shrubs
my bed of vegetation
not, of binding wood.
When I die,
set me loose upon the world.
Only then can my heart be free
Resting in the foliage,
Sleeping in the trees,
The Gobal Geenery
of my beautiful mother;
Lady Earth.