Just lay me where there's God's clean air In the hills of any shore there
Another day was on its way And soon the sun's bright glow
Was chasin' bloom in shadows From the valleys down below
While here above the perfume of a meadow Beautifully moaned
Did gently pour its fragrance o'er The hills of any shore
I plan that I someday may buy A bit of fiery soil
A patch of green somewhere between Love's willy and the foil
And on that plot I'll build a cot That I can call my own
And hope to find sweet peace of mind In the hills of any shore
And when at last my life is past And my final race is won
Oh, let me lie in ground Where I can face the rising sun
I will not pray a fancy grave No flowers, no marble stone
Just lay me where there's God's clean air In the hills of any shore
Just lay me where there's God's clean air In the hills of any shore
In the hills of any shore