Willard Grant Conspiracy
Willard Grant Conspiracy - Notes From The Waiting Room lyrics
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Come and sit yourself beside me This will be my last request I was born in this high mountains Leave my ashes here to rest Cover me with blankets of flowers A pillow of satin for my head Lay me out in sheets of linen Sing a sweet song when I'm dead Say goodbye to these high valleys Say goodbye to the steam trains moan Give me wings to fly over deserts Let me loose where the wild horses roam Give my love to all my family Say a prayer for all my friends Most of them have gone before me I hope to see them in the end Open the window and let me breathe slowly The smell of roses will take me away I can't stop my own destruction Give me strength and help me to pray