When I’m buried in my ground, my ashes drifted down
don’t come and cry by my stone
don’t sit and weep all alone
grab the hand of the one you love and come down
the grass will be green, the moss will grow over
lay down on my grave with your lover
and love her like you know you’ll be the next to die
but don’t cry

When I’m buried in my ground, my ashes drifted down
don’t come and cry by my stone
don’t sit and pine all alone
grab the hand of every woman and man and come down
bring music and wine and the joy of being alive
and dance on my grave with your friends
dance like you know the world is gonna end
but don’t cry, when I die

When I’m buried in my ground, my ashes sifted down
don’t come and cry by my stone
don’t lament, don’t weep and moan
if I can hear from above I want to hear the sound
of your voices in song, singing loud and strong
so grab anyone you can find
sing of God and love and life
any song you think I’d want to hear
if I was still here

When I’m buried in my ground, my ashes broken down
don’t come and cry by my stone
don’t sit and pine all alone
‘cause I’ll be home

Posted Wednesday, June 6th 2007