Bury Me Where the Sky Is Wide

When I go, don’t dig too deep, Lay me down where the wild winds sleep. No stone, no cross, no preacher’s lie, Just the dust and the open sky.

Bury me where the sky is wide, Where the earth still breathes and the rivers slide. Don’t mourn, don’t pray, just let me lie, Bury me where the sky is wide.

The land remembers, the wind still speaks, Names of the lost carved in creek. I’ve ridden far, I’ve bled my dues, Let the ground decide my truth.

Bury me where the sky is wide, Where the crows still sing and the wild hearts hide. No bells, no words, just wind for a guide, Bury me where the sky is wide.

And if my bones turn back to clay, Don’t move me, let me stay. For in that dust I’ll ride again, With the storm for a friend.

Bury me where the sky is wide, Let the thunder be my lullaby. No sorrow, no goodbyes— Just the sky, just the sky.

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