Текст песни William Elliot Whitmore - Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

Bury me but not in the lonely steppe

Bury me but not in the lonely steppe
And where coyotes howl and the wind is free
And when I die, don't bury me
On the western side of the sky of a lonely steppe

Bury me but not in the lonely steppe
These words sound soft and painful
Of pale young lips lying
On the bed and dying at dawn

But all the tk were buried in a lonely steppe
Where rattlesnakes hiss
And the wind is free
In a shallow grave - no one grieves
On the western side of the sky of a lonely steppe

Bury me but not in the lonely steppe
These words sound soft and painful
Of pale young lips lying
On the bed and dying at dawn
On the bed and dying at dawn