When I die
Please bury me in New Hampshire
I really like the leaves
Don't be sad
I've done my share of living
I think I have to leave
Someday all the birds up in the sky
Will just die
Oh well
And the sun
It will burn out
Oh well
You and I will die
Oh wellx5
In the summer
Just dig me up and
Put me on the high line
I really like the breeze
After that
Just put me on a bus back to New Hampshire
I think I had to leave
Someday all the birds up in the sky
Will just die
Oh well
And the sun
It will burn out
Oh well
You and I will die someday
Oh wellx5
Someday all the birds up in the sky
Will just die
Oh well
And the sun
It will burn out
Oh well
You and I will die
Oh wellx5