Return my bones to the land of my youth
When my heart stops feeding these weary veins
And when death is my only certain truth

When my soul cannot bear this city's pains
Burry me under the purple sage brush
In the fertile soil of the High Plains

Or set me to sail in a loving rush
Down the arroyos forgiving moist clay
Kiss me dear and give me a gentle push

Let my bones be absorbed by caliche
Far beneath the yuccas and prickly pears
Of the vast prairies where I used to play

Among the prairie dog's family lairs
And the ground nesting owl’s peaceful den
Is where my ghost will have no earthly cares

Only to stare at the perched cactus wren
Next to succulent button bloomed flower
Where the beauty knows not when to say when

In a land where days feel like an hour
My body yearns for the ultimate rest
Neath sunsets over mountains which tower

When the day is near end look to the west
And know this is where I was happiest

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