My Dying Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep.
Tears upon my pillow seep.
If I should die before I wake
I pray my love my soul to take
and hold it gently to her breast
and lay my body down to rest.
When the nighttime slowly falls
and shadows dance upon the walls;
when the dewdrops slowly sneak
upon the snowy mountain peaks
put some flowers on my grave
so in the wind they'll gently wave.
Say goodbye to me, and sleep.
Our memories forever keep.