When I start to die

Wheel me out into the garden, please

And lay me on the lawn

I’ll want to smell the flowers then

Watch the tall grasses sway

Above my head, hear the croaking frog

And see the blackbird

Do battle with the worm.

I’ll want to feel the wind

And rain on my face

Hear the small song

Of the earth around me

Reach out and taste

My last raspberry

Or a sweet fig hanging from the fence.

Take me out into the garden

And lay me on the lawn

Bend to me and kiss my lips

So I may know that I was loved

And wipe away my final tear.

Take me out into the garden

And lay me on the lawn

So I can give it all to you.