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Drive me slow, down the road
Sound the horn on every bend
Bow your heads, respect the dead
For he had many, many friends
Now follow the road, through the tunnel of trees
To the big, wide open field
And take a left, up the muddy track
To the house where I grew up
And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me
Beneath this old, willow tree
Enough of an epitaph for me
And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me
These friendly roots will hold my bones
And I will never be alone
Stop the car, on the track
Stoop to kiss me - I can't kiss you back
Shed no tears, for all the years
You've made up for what I lacked
And heave me up, to head height
On the shoulders of my friends
And lay me down, on the lawn
When all the curtains have been drawn
And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me
Beneath this old, willow tree
Enough of an epitaph for me
And here is the place, when I die
I want you to bury me
These friendly roots will hold my bones
And I will never be alone
