When I am dead & you
must bury me deep,
Do not lay me on a hill,
that is far too steep,
Do not put me in ground,
that is plain & flat,
Do not sweep my ashes,
beneath life´s torn mat,
Please just give me a
room with a beautiful view.
When I am dead & you
must place me in the box,
Do not leave me in the
path, of skulking red fox,
Do not block my dead
sight with a concrete wall,
Do not close me within
mausoleum’s icy cold hall,
Please just give me a
room with a beautiful view.
When I am dead & my
time has eventually come,
Place me upon site, where
I can feel the warm sun,
Where the moon & soft
stars, will light my last way,
Put me in a place, where
I shall then, eternally stay,
Please just give me a
room with a beautiful view.
When I am dead, please
come & sit close by my side,
Together we shall feel
the breezes & watch the tides,
Put me in pretty place, near old trees & ebbing
seas,
So when I am gone, you´ll
still want to sit close to me,
Please just give me a room
with a beautiful view.
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