I won't forget when you said to me "I wasn't ready for that end" But now our way of life has disappeared All we feared with the breeze blown in Makes it hard enough to say I'm not ready for death yet When the last ray catches my gaze Take my ashes to the western plains And when you throw me to the trees I'll be singing time's refrain From sea to endless sea There is certain liberation in the dark we spoke of Our blood cold and drained Flowing the roads that we walked on And though the ship did sink We learned to sing in the deep With misery scrawled in notebooks Sprawling the landscape It was more than you could know or see It's always been much more than I could believe When the last ray catches our gaze They'll take our ashes to the plains And when they throw us to the trees We'll be the songs they sing