My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again
This is my last and final will:
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill

My will is easy to decide
For there is nothing to divide
My kin don't need to fuss and moan
"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone."
My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again
This is my last and final will:
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill

My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again
This is my last and final will:
Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill

My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
Let’s hope the fading flowers then
Would come to life and bloom again...