Let me sail on a western wind
When my time on Earth is ended
Let me breathe the salted froth
As the path of my life is wended
No more scents of summer rose
Will I take into my breast
No more smell of Autumn leaves
When trees prepare for rest
I will no longer feel a summer rain
As it falls on flowered fields
I’ll no longer hear the rumble of thunder
And the power that lightning welds
So when all my life is done
Let me close my eyes and rest
Let me dream in loving slumber
As I sail warm seas, into the west.