Bury Me Deep

A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none

Only in death can one truly return

Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes

The chickens, the cows, the fish and tomatoes

In one glorious swoop, let the deed be done

And bury me deep so that I can be one

And all around my muscle and all around my bone

Don't incinerate me or seal me from

The dirt that bore me, the bed that which from

The rain falls upon and the fruit comes from

For the dirt is a blanket, no fiery tomb

No punishment, reward, or pearly white room

And you who say that in death we will pay

The dead they can't hear a word that you say

Your words are not kind, sober or giving

They only put fear in the hearts of the living

So put away your tongue and roll up your sleeve

Pick up that shovel and bury me deep

Put away your tongue and roll up your sleeve

Pick up that shovel and bury me deep

Bury me deep

Bury me deep

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