Place no wreath upon my door We don't want this earth no more Don't be sad Be not afraid I'll on my way, I'll be on my way Dig no grave, for this bones Carve no words upon a stone The earth can't hold this soul of mine I'l be going home. I'll be going home Don't stand beneath that willow tree Saying praies that I no longer need But like a bird, upon the wing I will have flown, I will have flown Place no wreath upon my door We don't want this earth no more Don't be sad Be not afraid I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way The earth can't hold this soul of mine I'l be going home. I'll be going home