Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie

These words came low and mournfully

From the pallid lips of a youth who lay

On the bloody ground at the close of day

Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there

But we took no heed to his dying prayer

In a narrow grave just six by three

We buried him there on the lone prairie

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie

Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free

Where there's not a soul that will care for me

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie