Lyrics: Joe Hill
Music: Joe Hill
My will is easy to decide
For there is nothing to divide
My kin don't need to weep and moan
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone
My body oh if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and grow again
This is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you Joe Hill