Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie - Burl Ives

«O bury me not on the lone prairie»

These words came low and mournfully

From the pallid lips of the youth who lay

On his dying bed at the close of day

«O bury me not on the lone prairie

Where coyotes howl and the wind blows free

In a narrow grave just six by three

O bury me not on the lone prairie»

«It matters not, so I’ve been told

Where the body lies when the heart grows cold

Yet grant, o grant, this wish to me

O bury me not on the lone prairie»