O Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie - Burl Ives (伯尔·艾夫斯)
O bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of the youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day
O bury me not on the lone prairie
Where coyotes howl and the wind blows free
In a narrow grave just six by three
O bury me not on the lone prairie
It matters not so I've been told
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold
Yet grant o grant this wish to me
O bury me not on the lone prairie
