My fete of leaving

When you lay me down,
let the horses ride
my vagons of departure,
and at last let me arrive.

Like the pageant float
In smiles of people
my joy was living
when I knew I had lost hope

Lay me down, on my grave
let the trees sigh
my fete of leaving
but in your hearts let me stay

Lay me down, on my bed
Let the trees sigh
my memory dear
from you hearts never let me astray

To the mainsail let me blow
with my eyes so wrecked
last direction, distance final
where no land is known

Out thru the sea
and in thru the sky
Beneath the surface
or beneath the ground