Place no wreath upon my door,
when I walk this earth no more.
Don't be sad, be not afraid,
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way.
Dig no grave for these bones,
write no words upon a stone.
The earth can't hold this soul of mine,
I'll be going home, I'll be going home.
Don't stand beneath that willow tree,
saying prayers that I'll no longer need.
For like a bird upon the wind,
I will have flown, I will have flown.
Place no wreath upon my door,
when I walk this earth no more.
Don't be sad, be not afraid,
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way.
The earth can't hold this soul of mine,
I'll be going home, I'll be going home.
when I walk this earth no more.
Don't be sad, be not afraid,
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way.
Dig no grave for these bones,
write no words upon a stone.
The earth can't hold this soul of mine,
I'll be going home, I'll be going home.
Don't stand beneath that willow tree,
saying prayers that I'll no longer need.
For like a bird upon the wind,
I will have flown, I will have flown.
Place no wreath upon my door,
when I walk this earth no more.
Don't be sad, be not afraid,
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way.
The earth can't hold this soul of mine,
I'll be going home, I'll be going home.