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I am a man half a century from home These calloused hands served their master well Dear nothing is the matter We plow our feilds and scatter in the wind To end our days alone I remember crawling into Grandma's open arms And hiding in the blanket by her feet She said "We're all each other's neighbors, Searching for a saviour to leadv us home On the day we leave." When I'm gone, don't you think of me Don't you place a rose upon my stone Promise me you'll never weep Tell the chldren I'm asleep And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home Won't you bury me in the Carolina clay It seeped into my fingers anyway This ground is someting hallow, bury me shallow Let me feel the tapping of the rain We'll never know the place we all would go from here Be still, my soul Bring the hour near We see the world in flashes Ashes all to ashes, dust to dust We've come to dissapear When I'm gone, don't you think of me SongtexteDon't you place a rose upon my stone Promise me you'll never weep Tell the chldren I'm asleep And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home Aus Songtexte Mania