Make my ashes in a purging fire
For I want no tombstone cold
And scatter some on summer's green
And some in autumn's gold

Let me sleep among my friends the trees
By the old Clearwater swift
There in my favourite boyhood haunts
That will be my final gift

And scatter some in springtime's warmth
Just to celebrate rebirth
Then always we shall be eternal
Me and old Mother Earth

Then scatter some on mountain trails
In the hills where we have gone
And throw a few to a passing breeze
So my restless soul moves on

And the balance take to the western shores
Then cast them to the deep
Where together forever in the ocean's arms
Mom and Dad and I shall sleep.