Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
Mrs. Opal Donahue
December 10, 1950
Reel 85, Item 3
Plant Some Flowers by My Graveside
Plant some flowers by my graveside,
Just a little bunch of them,
Makes no difference what they are, dear,
Since your hands have planted them.
Darling, as you pass this graveside,
You have seen my name there on the stone,
Won't you stop a while, my darling?
I will be so lonesome there.
Place your hand upon my tombstone;
Place your mind upon the past;
Then remember how I loved, dear,
On the day you saw me last.
You will do this, won't you, darling?
For it's my only request;
You will do this, won't you, darling,
When they lay me down to rest?
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