Unmarked Grave

Bury me in an unmarked grave.
Carry me back to where I was raised.
Lay me down upon cedar boughs.
Bury me ‘neath the old hickory grove.

I can see the light
from the early dawn.
I can feel the heat
coming from the sun.

Sing to me all the way back home
with a fiddle and a bottle and an old time song.
Sway with me in the rocking chair -
Gonna rock away your troubles and roll away your cares.

I can feel the ground
beneath my toes.
I can hear the sound
of the leaves when the wind blows.

Ride with me on the wings of the wind
like an eagle flying high across the Grand Canyon.
Ride with me on the tongues of flame
from a lone campfire out on the range.

I can feel the weight
from the ice and snow.
I can see the stars -
a distant lantern glows.

Bury me in an unmarked grave.
Carry me back to where I was raised.
Lay me down upon cedar boughs.
Bury me ‘neath the old hickory grove.

I can see the light
from the early dawn.
I can feel the heat
coming from the sun.
I can see the light
coming from the sun.