My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. Let's hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will: Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill. My will is easy to decide, For there is nothing to divide. My kin don't need to fuss and moan- "Moss does not cling to a rolling stone." My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow. Let's hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will: Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill. My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. Let's hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will: Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill. My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce. Let's hope the fading flowers then Would come to life and bloom again...