Bury me where the green grass grows.
   The tide plays tag with the sand.
   When the sky shy's away blushing,in a Arya of                    colors.
The sway of the trees saying hello.
At the highest point where the mountains play peek a boo.
Bury me where the stars kiss the moon.
The Milky Way sways in out through the comets.
When the air whisperer a little secret, saying goodbye.
                                   Bury me.