If I die in the winter send roses In the spring, magnolias If I’m called in the summer or in the fall Best of all – bring me a wildflower bouquet In the dirt and clay don’t lay me down And stare at a cold lonely hole in the ground When I go to my Maker in smoke and ash It won’t be your grief I crave Your tears will not be necessary Build a blazing fire, drink something merry When the sparks fly off into the wind That will be me blowing away Bury my ashes with the dogs I’ve loved My faithful companions from God above And ‘neath a sycamore we’ll grow strong And the roots will bear us away If my one true Love should join me there Mother nature soon will be aware That sycamore will thrum and sing And we’ll have left it that way. So I don’t want you to feel sorry God knows how I despise your pity And I’ll no longer bear the weight of worry Those angry robes all fall away I’ll be singing loud and laughing long A blaze of glory and an untold song So there’s no need for tears my friend Just bring a wildflower bouquet If I die in the winter send roses In the springtime, magnolias If I’m called in the summer or in the fall Best of all – bring me a wildflower bouquet Best of all – bring me a wildflower bouquet