| I'll go whichever way the winds blow | |
| It's hard to swim against the tide | |
| The willow bends in a tornado | |
| The oak will shatter as it dies | |
| Save me, and give me the peace to surrender at last | |
| When I'm gone, do this thing for me | |
| For this is my final day, and you know I would not joke | |
| So bury me in willow, not in oak | |
| Give me no standard, no eulogy | |
| No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak | |
| Just bury me in willow, not in oak | |
| A life of conflict was unending | |
| Collision, damage, disarray | |
| So blind, intolerant, unbending | |
| Just let me die a different way | |
| Free me, 'n' give me the beautiful silence at last | |
| When I'm gone, do this thing for me | |
| For this is my final day, and you know I would not joke | |
| So bury me in willow, not in oak | |
| Give me no standard, no eulogy | |
| No red, white and blue, no sceptre and no cloak | |
| Just bury me in willow, not in oak |