At the end

Then, at last, I'll lay me down
In the hard, dry soil of home
Beneath the hot, hot Texas sun
In the place I call my own

Grass won't grow in the sandy loam
In the shade of the desert myrtle.
Let shale and sand and dry, white stone
Cover my earthly portal.

Katydids will sing my dirge.
Mockingbirds will weep.
Grey doves in the prairie grass
Will soothe me in my sleep.

Plant roses there above my head
and roses at my feet.
In roses I will make my bed
With roses I shall sleep.

When my time in the Texas sun
Is at it's quiet end,
Lay me here to rest and ruin
Where my heart has always been.