when i die please bury me in new hampshire i really like the leaves don t be sad i d done my share of living i think i have to leave someday all the birds up in the sky will just die and the sun it will burn out and you and i will die oh well in the summer just dig me up and put me on the high line i really like the breeze after that just put me on a bus back to new hampshire i think i had to leave someday all the birds up in the sky will just die and the sun it will burn out you and i will die someday oh well what if all the birds up in the sky just died and the sun burns out you and i could die someday oh well oh well oh well