When I die Please bury me in New Hampshire I really like the leaves Don't be sad I'd done my share of living I think I have to leave Someday all the birds up in the sky will just die (oh well) And the sun it will burn out (oh well) And you and I will die (oh well) Oh well Oh well Oh well Oh well Oh well In the summer Just dig me up and Put me on the high line I really like the breeze After that just put me on a bus Back to New Hampshire I think I had to leave Someday all the birds up in the sky will just die (oh well) And the sun it will burn out (oh well) You and I will die someday (oh well) Oh well Oh well Oh well Oh well What if all the birds up in the sky just died (oh well) And the sun burns out (oh well) You and I could die Oh well (oh well oh well) Oh well