New Hampshire

When I die
Please bury me in New Hampshire
I really like the leaves
Don’t be sad
I’d done my share of living
I think I have to leave
Someday all the birds up in the sky will just die (oh well)
And the sun it will burn out (oh well)
And you and I will die (oh well)
Oh well (5x)
In the summer
Just dig me up and
Put me on the high line
I really like the breeze
After that just put me on a bus
Back to New Hampshire
I think I had to leave
Someday all the birds up in the sky will just die (oh well)
And the sun it will burn out (oh well)
You and I will die someday (oh well)
Oh well (5x)
What if all the birds up in the sky just died (oh well)
And the sun burns out (oh well)
You and I could die someday (oh well oh well)
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well