Don't Wash My Grave

And when I die Take me Upstate Take me to West Texas Fly me to the Gulf of Mexico Don’t need my body there No ashes necessary In these gardens of my soul Don’t wash my grave Let the life lie on it It looks nice With some life grime on it Don’t bleach that stone Let it get closer to home To the earth Where it’s from Don’t wash my grave Let the life lie on it It looks nice With some life grime on it Don’t bleach that stone Let it age out Let it fade Let it grey It is well With my soul With my soul It is well Nothing can take my peace It’s floating above me My halo I’m an angel, Lord knows A little god, divine and I will die And when my time comes Won’t hold the house I will let it go I will let it go