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.