Honey On My Grave

When I, am long gone

And I'm cold beneath the clay

Won't you think of this old song

And put honey on my grave

If I'm covered in sweetness

I surely will be saved

I will live in the golden sun

With honey on my grave

Don't need no flowers

I don't need no stone

You can burn me up or bury me whole

I worked this bitter ground all of my days

I believe I've earned some honey on my grave

Sister, don't you mourn me

From heaven I will wave

I don't need no wailing wall

With honey on my grave