Christian Larsson Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day
"Oh, bury me not", and his voice failed there
But they took no heed to his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three
They buried him there on the lone prairie
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
Where there's not a soul that will care for me
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
And the cowboys now as they roam the plains
For to mark the spot where his bones were lain
Fling a handful of roses over his grave
With a prayer to god for his soul to save
With a prayer to god for his soul to save
