If You Bury Me

If You Bury Me

If you bury me
Won’t you make it good and deep
And scatter through this dusty world
The things I cannot keep
And if you burn my body
Won’t you make my fire hot
And let my sparks go flying ‘round
The dreams that I forgot

I’m already home
I’m already up and gone

She talks to goats, she gathers scraps
That’s how she spends her days
She carries cans of chicken scratch
And snoozes in the hay
And after all these 80 years
She’s still amazed by the sky
She beams just like a little girl
Staring up into God’s eye

She’s already home
She’s already up and gone

The day my daddydied
We all gathered ‘round
It was just like watching  
A feather settle down
His hands and dreams grew icy cold
It was time for him to rise
When the moment finally came
He opened up his eyes

Now he’s already home
He’s already up and gone

Miss Emily A. Brown
Was born in 1844
She died in ‘65
Just 21 years old
I walked across her grave one day
I was on my way to work
They had carved two roses in her stone
I brushed away the dirt

She’s already home
She’s already up and gone

So if you bury me
Won’t you make it good and deep
And scatter through this dusty world
The things I cannot keep
And if you burn my body
Won’t you make my fire hot
And let my sparks go flying ‘round
The dreams that we forgot

We’re already home
We’re already up and gone

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