William Elliott Whitmore - Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyotes wail and the wind blows free And when I die don't bury me 'neath the western sky on the lone prairie Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These 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 hiss And the wind blows free In a shallow grave - no one to grieve 'neath the western sky on the lone prairie Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These 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