Oh bury me & sing to the seeds
Oh bury me & sing to the seeds
At least I can’t say I didn’t hazard a try
To embellish my joys
There will be no moment of silence when I die
Only a moment of noise
Oh carry me & we’ll swing through the reeds
Oh carry me & we’ll swing through the reeds
When they stand round my grave, maybe they’ll say,
“He sang when he swayed & laughed when he prayed”
& as they file past the gate
All wrapped up in faith
Having questioned their fate
They will try to be late