When I die lie me where you think I will be happy.
Lie me in the pasture rolling green ,
Beneath the old oak tree - wise protector in my endless slumber.
Lie me where the sun it dapples gold.
To warm my ice cold bones that lie so still in the dark earth.
Lie me where the water flows so free,
On the bank of the river where moorhens gather.
Lie me on the mountain top to rest.
It\'s majestic heights my ever watchful eye.
If you think you knew me then lie me where I can find peace.