John Hathcock
I do not think my song will end
while flowers, grass and trees
abound with birds and butterflies
for I am one with these.
And I believe my voice will sound
upon the whispering wind
so long as even one remains
among those I call ‘friend’.
I shall remain in hearts and minds
of loved ones that I knew,
and in the rocks and hills and streams
because I love those, too.
So long as love and hope and dreams
abide in earth and sky,
weep not for me, though I be gone,
I shall not really die.
I do not think my song will end
while flowers, grass and trees
abound with birds and butterflies
for I am one with these.
And I believe my voice will sound
upon the whispering wind
so long as even one remains
among those I call ‘friend’.
I shall remain in hearts and minds
of loved ones that I knew,
and in the rocks and hills and streams
because I love those, too.
So long as love and hope and dreams
abide in earth and sky,
weep not for me, though I be gone,
I shall not really die.
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