Thank you, Star, for the o so beautiful and o so appropriate music selections. This morning, I was listening to Cowboy Songs by Michael Martin Murphy in honor of TC.
Tonkin kept pinging me to TC's prayer thread, until I got to know more about COB. We exchanged a couple of FReepmails while he was in the hospital, and I wish I had known him.
These are the lyrics from one of MMM's cowboy songs:
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully,
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay,
On his dying bed at the close of day.
He was wasted and pined
till o'er his brow
Death's shades were
slowly gathering now.
He thought of home
and loved ones night,
As the cowboys gathered
to watch him die.
"Oh bury me not
on the lone prairie,
Where the coyotes howl
and the wind blows free.
In a narrow grave
just six by three.
O bury me not
on the lone prairie."
"It matters not,
I've oft been told,
Where the body lies
when the heart grows cold.
Yet grant, oh grant,
this wish to me,
Oh bury me not
on the lone prairie."
"I wish to lie
where a mother's prayer
And a sister's tear
will mingle there,
Where friends can come
and weep o'er me,
Oh bury me not
on the lone prairie."
Very nice Dita.