When I die put me in the earth, dear,
Somewhere men nor beast nor demon,
Nor the depth where we do belong,
Put me so deep that I won’t fear.
When I go, please, forget my life,
Forget my sins, forget my goals,
Forget my strides, forget me whole,
Forget my life that I may strife.
That I may strife against my past,
Against the man that once was glad,
The man you knew, the man you had,
But let his life pass on too fast.
That I shall go and come again,
For when all life is come undone,
When all we know is come and gone,
Then shall we burst from this fane.