Oh bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From the pouted lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free In a narrow grave just six by three Bury me not on the lone prairie
It matters not I've oft been told Where the body lies when the heart grows cold Yet grant oh grant this wish to me Bury me not on the lone prairie
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free In a narrow grave just six by three Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
He wailed in pain and o'er his brow
Death's shadows fast were gathering now He thought of his friends and his home but nigh As the cowboys gathered to see him die
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From the pouted lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day
We took no heed of his dying prayer In a narrow grave we buried him there In a narrow grave just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free In a narrow grave just six by three Oh bury me not on the lone prairie