Meet me at the gate
To the place I now call home
Meet me at the gate
And I'll take you to my stone
To the place where I now rest
I'm right between the trees
Can you see me?
I sing from top'the knoll
Can you hear me?
My pillar is made of stone
And I'm buried far below
So when you call my name
Know I'm just a ghost.

They sing from trees

Cicadas come with Summer
Bringing that endless "buzz"

I find myself nostalgic when caught beneath their spell
Still it hits my heart and makes me feel okay

A bittersweet melody
One I need to hear

Yet it makes me sad
A melancholy euphoria

If I die in the mountains, leave me there to rot.
My boots will outlive my flesh.

So just push me from the trail, and cover me with dirt.
My soul, it will be free.

Bury me where the air is fresh and foliage is lush.
My true home, and the only one I've known.

Don't cry a single tear.
My corpse will disappear.

Far below the earth.
My heart can finally rest.

I was the flower
The one that you stomped out
But my roots were strong
So now I will regrow