Honey on my grave

When I, am long gone
And I'm cold beneath the clay
Won't you think of this old song
And put honey on my grave

If I'm covered in sweetness
I surely will be saved
I will live in the golden sun
With honey on my grave

Don't need no flowers
I don't need no stone
You can burn me up or bury me whole
I worked this bitter ground all of my days
I believe I've earned some honey on my grave

Sister, don't you mourn me
From heaven I will wave
I don't need no wailing wall
With honey on my grave