Good Death

I'm tired of the city Take me somewhere pretty Lay me in a flower bed Pour some dirt on my head Cause I'd like to meet my bloodline Reach out and touch the coastline And my folks would celebrate No mourning at the wake A good death A final breath When I go I won't regret A good death These cabin floors are creaking Almost sounds like angels singing Flying low to take my hand Lead me to the promised land A good death A final breath When I go I won't regret A good death I've come to fear the darkness And I've wondered if I can stop it But the water laps the shore And I've sat beneath a sycamore A good death A final breath When I go I won't regret A good death When I go I won't regret A good death A good death