Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

Oh, bury me not
on the lone prairie,
where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free.
And when I die, don't bury me
'neath western sky
on the lone praire.

"Oh! Bury me not
on the lone prairie!"
This words came soft and painfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay,
on his dying bed
at the break of day.

But we buried him there
on the lone prairie
where the rattlesnakes is and wind blows free.
In a shallow grave, no one to grieve
'neath the western sky
on the lone praire.

"Oh! Bury me not
on the lone praire."
This words came soft and painfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay,
on his dying bed
at the break of day.

On his dying bed
at the break of day.