Upon the hill I lie In the shade of an old willow tree Long lived and tired Bones and muscles ache, due to time's decay. It is here, I wish to stay To bask in the sun's warm glow, And rot properly I press my paper thin, wrinkled skin Upon the rough bark of this old tree And watch as the sun sets for eternity To become the dust I came from Buried in the ground lacks dignity I believe Please let me give back what was given to me... Life Let the worms, ants, and wasps feast on my flesh Let the crows feed their young There is nothing left for me So why keep it selfishly
Let my bones hear the songs of the birds and the wind in the trees Bathe in the pouring rain, and feel the warm caress of the sun. For when nature is done with me, I will truly be set freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
