1. When I die, bury me in a room
Cast by dim lights and vast shadows

2. Light for them my fire, let its glow be known
As they make my house their own across the way

3. I won't be there to quicken the horses
Or greet the guests, intrepid, drawing near

4. But they will find my greeting lives on
My hospitality outpacing all excuses

5. They will find my face open and eager
My village and its goodness ever ready