To journey beyond the confines of this flesh
In communion with another
I wander neath a canopy of oak and pine
The allure of an October eve

Sees me tread amongst fallen leaves
My sorrows are lifted in the presence of the divine
Let this feeling never cease
Tranquility and peace

In the forest will I be found
When death's cold hand takes mine
May it be in such a time
Make my grave upon the highest mount