Written by Tom T. Hall
C I have traveled F this world C over I have G7 rambled all my C days When my journey's F have all C ended Place some G7 flowers on my C grave. C7 CHORUS Local F Flowers, just some C Daisies Wildwood G7 flowers from the C hill C7 Where I will F spend my eternal C hours Lay me G7 down with Local C Flowers. Please don't buy those Red Carnations I don't need the Lilies fair Just go walkin' on the mountain Gather while it's blooming there. Rosemary means that you'll remember Clover sweet as the love we shared Mrytle says that you will miss me Ramblin' Roses say you care. CHORUS Let the birds sing from the tree tops Let the grass grow where it may No arrangement, no bright ribbons Just a simple, wild bouquet. CHORUS SOURCE: TOM T. HALL-HOME GROWN