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.

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