When I die will I never lay in the grass again
When I die will I be a ghost that wanders
When I die will my father rest his wandering mind
Will my mother hold her tears
When I die will I never feel the wind in my hair
When I die will I even know when you're there
When I bathe in the rivers, oh the clean North air
Will I feel the chill wake me from my slumber
Will I feel the chill wake me from my slumber