Oh bury me not on the lone prairie these words came low and mournfully
From the cold pale lips of a youth who lay on his dying bed at the close of day

He'd wasted time 'til upon his brow and the shadowed clouds were gatherin' now
He thought of his home and his friends so nigh oh the cowboys gathered to see him die

[4] I fancy I'll listen [1] to the well known word of the [4] free wild wind [1] and the song of birds
He thought of his home and the cottonwood bare [3m] of [1] the [4] songs he learned in his [1] childhood [4] hour

I often thought I'd be laid when I die in the old churchyard beneath the green hillside
By the side of my father let my grave be oh bury me not on the lone prairie

Oh bury me not on the lone prairie where the wild coyotes may howl over me
Where the buffalo roam and the winds blow free oh bury me not on the lone prairie

I want to be laid where mother's prayers and sister's tears will mingle there
Where my friends can come and weep over me oh bury me not on the lone prairie

Where the dew drop fall and the butterfly rest where the wild blossoms bloom and the buried rest
Where the buffalo roam and the wind blow free oh bury me not on the lone prairie

Oh bury me not and his voice fell there and we heeded not his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three oh we buried our boy on the lone prairie

Where the dew drop fall and the butterfly rest where the wild blossoms bloom and the buried rest
Where the buffalo roam and the wind blow free oh we buried our boy on the lone prairie