Think Of Me (If you must cry)

Think of me,

When you're sitting beneath that old elm tree-

While my body rests in the roots

I promise son, I'm here with you.

My one last request,

That you don't let that song rest,

That you play me a tune

Better than I ever could do.

I'm sorry you got that guitar,

So young while I was so far,

But I promise child

I'm listening here in the roots.

If you must cry,

Then let that ground grow wet and then dry-

The earth will take your fallen tears

And carry that song to my resting ear.

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