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.
How I long to see your face.
You know I would come visit you.
I would fly with the wings of my heart.
But you broke them in your hands when you left
Remember when we carved our names on the rail,
Back in our younger days.