I'll be going home

2001 COPYRIGHT
BY PETER CHRISTOPHER RAYMOND

THE DAY I AM LAID LOW IN MY GRAVE
HOW WILL I KNOW IF MY CHILDREN BE SAVED
WITH A LAYER OF DIRT SHOVELLED OVER MY COFFIN
WILL MY WIDOW COME TO VISIT ME OFTEN
AND REPLACE MY FLOWERS WHEN THEY HAVE WILTED
WHO'LL STRAIGHTEN MY STONE SHOULD IT BE TILTED
WILL I FEEL THE COLD WHEN THERE'S SNOW ON THE GROUND
OR BE TICKLED BY THE RAIN THAT TRICKLES DOWN
FEEL THE RUMBLE OF RUNNING CHILDREN IN THE FIELD
MAY MY WOOD NEVER ROT AND MY CASKET STAY SEALED
LET THE BUTTERCUPS BE A GARLAND TO MY HEAD
AND DON'T LET ANYONE'S HEART WEIGH DOWN LIKE LEAD
NO I WON'T BE EMBARASSED SHOULD I BECOME JUST BONES
MY FLESH WILL SURELY PERISH BUT I'LL BE GOING HOME