Burial Blessing

One, two, three, four I must go now for the grey woods Call me westwards, call me westwards Be not afraid Sing and pray, cry and sway As I enter the shade, sing and pray, cry and sway As I move away Be not afraid Bury me there in the old hearth glare Bury me deep in the dunes by the sea Bury me under the open air Bury me in the roots of a tree Oh bury me with ochre, courts, or ivy Bury me without worry or sorrow or envy I must go now for the grey woods Call me westwards, call me westwards Be not afraid Sing and pray, cry and sway As I enter the shade, sing and pray, cry and sway As I move away Be not afraid Bury me whole in the totems of time Bury me skin, flesh and bones Bury me lane along temporal line Bury me on my head, place white stones Oh bury me with ochre, corks or ivy Be my hand on the oar to row to eternity I will still be with you in the river's flow In the undertow, where the brambles grow I will still be by you in the fox's eye In the seabird's cry, in the city sky I must go now for the grey woods Call me westwards, call me westwards Be not afraid Sing and pray, cry and sway As I enter the shade Sing and pray, cry and sway As I move away Be not afraid