Plant some flowers by my graveside 

   Just a little bunch of them 

   Makes no difference what they are, dear 

   Since your hand has planted them 



Darlin', when you pass the graveside 

You see my name there on a slab 

Won't you stop a little while dear 

For I would be lonesome there 



You will do this won't you darlin' 

You will do this last request 

You will do this won't you darlin' 

When they lay me down to rest