Bluegrass Burial
I feel I’ll spend my whole life wandering,
so should I die before I’ve found my place,
take me back to old Kentucky
and lay me in a shady space.
I want my skin to touch the dirt
and my ash to feed the trees
where the only sound I’ll hear
is the gentle summer breeze.
Just dig a hole for me on the mountain
in a quiet, forgotten spot
with no markings for you to find me
so I can get the peace I’ve so long sought.
so should I die before I’ve found my place,
take me back to old Kentucky
and lay me in a shady space.
I want my skin to touch the dirt
and my ash to feed the trees
where the only sound I’ll hear
is the gentle summer breeze.
Just dig a hole for me on the mountain
in a quiet, forgotten spot
with no markings for you to find me
so I can get the peace I’ve so long sought.