Make me no grave within that quiet place
Where friends sadly view the gra**y mound
Politely solemn for such a little space
As though the spirit slept beneath the ground
Lay me where the dawn, rises from the deep
And life, rejoicing, rises with the dawn
Mark not the spot from where I sleep
For with the morning light I shall be gone
For me no sorrow, no cause to weep and moan
No chant, no prayer, no tender eulogy
My soul's at rest, while here you weep alone
I'm in Gods hands so make no grave for me
Far trails await me, valleys vast and still
Vistas undreamed of, canyon-guarded streams
Lowland and range, the flower covered hill
Enchanted forests filled with magic dreams
Loud swells the wind along the mountain-side
High burns the sun, unfettered swings the sea
Clear gleams the trails whereon the vanished ride
Life calls to life, so make no grave for me
For me no sorrow, no cause to weep and moan
No chant, no prayer, no tender eulogy
My soul's at rest, while here you weep alone
I'm in Gods hands so make no grave for me
I'm in Gods hands so make no grave for me