When I Die - Anastasia Minster

The morning I die

The clocks won’t stop

The traffic lights

Will wink on in the streets

And the skies

Gonna rain

Drop by drop

As I close my eyes

And stop breathing

When I die

Bury me on the top of the white hill

Because I’d like to see the birds rushing by

The morning I die

The coldest of the year

The northern winds

Will keep howling around

And the trees will swing, the snowflakes sting

But I know I’ll get warm

In the ground

When I die

Bury me on the top of the white hill

Because I’d like to see the birds rushing by

When I die

Bury me on the top of the white hill

Because I’d like to see the birds

Listening to the clapping of the winds there on high

See the doors of the distant galaxies open wide

Hear the calling of the stellar seas overhead

Falling, falling up into the deep

When I’m dead

Lyrics by Anastasia Minster