Let no man mourn me when I choose to leave,
And walk the paths in shaded woods,
For I will not be missed by men,
I am to them a poor and meager thing.
And should you come upon my form,
Now worthless laying on the sod,
The roots of trees encircling me,
Then do not weep for I am home.
Cover my eyes with leaves of green,
Fresh from trees in summer time,
About my head lay roses wild,
And on my heart let daisies lie,
For I now choose to leave this world,
And to return to nature’s arms.