I'm going now to meet the test, And I will try to give my best. If it's God's will I don't survive Then I will not return alive. The fear of death is not as much As not feeling your loving touch. The thing for which I want to live Is all the love you have to give. But if that love's not meant to be Then go ahead and bury me. Carry me home, and up the hill Then plant my bones, so cold and still. Up on that hill you'll find a tree, A big oak tree that all can see. Yellow ribbons will there be tied For the Dreamer, whose body died. Beneath the oak, there, I will be Waiting for you eternally. My body dies, but not my love. It continues, from high above. If you should pass that big oak tree, See the ribbons, and think of me, Sit in the shade. Relax and see The dreams I had for you and me. |