Michael Martin Murphey - O Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie lyrics

"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie," These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day. "It matters not, so I've been told, Where the body lies when the heart grows cold; But grant, oh, grant this wish to me: Bury me not on the lone prairie. "Bury me not on the lone prairie Where coyotes howl and the wind blows free;" In a narrow grave six foot by three, bury me not on the lone prairie," "Oh, bury me not--" And his voice failed there, But we took no heed of his dying prayer; In a narrow grave just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie. And the cowboys now as they roam the plain -- For they marked the spot where his bones were lain -- Fling a handful of roses o'er his grave, With a prayer to God his soul will save.