Here Is the Place

Drive me slow, down the road Sound the horn on every bend. Bow your heads, respect the dead For he had many, many friends. Now follow the road, through the tunnel of trees To the big, wide open field. And take a left, up the muddy track To the house where I grew up... And here is the place, when I die, I want you to bury me Beneath this old, willow tree Enough of an epitaph for me. And here is the place, when I die, I want you to bury me These friendly roots will hold my bones And I will never be alone. Stop the car, on the track Stoop to kiss me - I can't kiss you back Shed no tears, for all the years You've made up for what I lacked. And heave me up, to head height On the shoulders of my friends. And lay me down, on the lawn When all the curtains have been drawn... And here is the place, when I die, I want you to bury me Beneath this old, willow tree Enough of an epitaph for me And here is the place, when I die, I want you to bury me These friendly roots will hold my bones And I will never be alone.