The Max Hunter Folk Song Collection

Turn Me Gentle When I'm Dying

Cat. #0851 (MFH #656) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on August 27, 1969

VERSE 1
Turn me gentle when I'm dying
Turn me gentle to th sun
Let me see my last refading
That will mark my journies run
When my pulse is thru beating
An' my limbs grow'in cold
Dress me in some spotless wardrobe
An' my arms across me fold

VERSE 2
Bur' me in some quite graveyard
Where my rest'in place shall be
If it please th brother stranger
O'er my body plant a tree
Plant it with th greenest branches
Pointing upward to th sky
It will tell to all that passes
That th soul wil never die

VERSE 3
In it stood a weep'in willow
With it's twig bent to th ground
It will hear th body slumbering
In th dust beneath th ground
Plant it with th greenest branches
Pointing upward to th sky
It will tell to all that passes
That th soul will never die