Sons Of The Pioneers O Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie
O bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of the youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day.
O bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
In a narrow grave, just six by three
O bury me not on the lone prairie
O bury me not, and his voice failed there
But we took no head of his dying prayer
In a narrow grave, just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie
Yes buried him there on the lone prairie.
