Plant some flowers by my graveside

Just a little bunch of them

Makes no difference what they are, dear

Since your hand has planted them



Darlin', when you pass the graveside

You see my name there on a slab

Won't you stop a little while dear

For I would be lonesome there



You will do this won't you darlin'

You will do this last request

You will do this won't you darlin'

When they lay me down to rest