Oh land of mine, harvest my labors
Lay waste to the sorrows of the spring
When the storms held heavy
And the roots of my grandfather unearthed,

Oh land of mine, teach me patience
How the sky nurtures the infant soil
Before the stalks knew to rise in thanks,

Oh land of mine, hold me gently
When the hour of my end comes near
May my body rest in the earth I loved
And let wild flowers bloom above my casket.