Lay me, in a solitary grave yard.
Where no one has been laid there before.
I wan't a tall square grave stone laid on top of me.
Lay me under a sicamore.
Lay a purple flower on top of my grave stone,
because purple is my least favorite color of them all.
Buy a blue jay, and stand over my grave and let fly away.
And may that sicamore grow high and tall.
I want it to grow high, to touch the sky, for all to see.
Because this is the remembrance of me.