I shall die someday in a strange land
Far from where I was born
I know for a fact and admit
That no one there will hear of it or mourn
When the time finally arrives
Do not bury me in the ground
Where I’d be imprisoned for ever
Never to be found
Cremate my body
Scatter my ashes to the wind
Let me fly free
Not confined to an urn
So that a part of me
May be carried across the ocean
And there beside my ancestors
I may chance to rest again
