Pioneer's Last Rest By Alma Julia Erickson
I'm going to seek a rest some day
But not on the village green,
Nor the familiar country site
Where friend and neighbor dream.
Not where the cherry and apple bloom
And a well-known road goes by,
But way off yonder? and all alone
Where the hill-tops meet the sky.
I cannot sleep in a peaceful dale
Where the tides of life flow by-
The sheltering oak the flowering shrub
Not meant for such as I.
So make me a bed on some lonely plain
Against the mountain blue,
Or take me back to the tamarack swamps
Of the far off north I knew-
The eerie mashes where herons nest
Or the crags where the pine trees grew-
Or some bleak plot in my own wild west
That my wandering footsteps knew.
There'll' be no flowers when the bier goes by,
No tears to mar repose;
But wild and sweet the murmuring wind
Will sing in the firs as it blows-
And far and free on the winding trails
The wood folk walk and fly.
There will you carry me back someday
Beneath the autumn sky.
And so it was. PBE
I'm going to seek a rest some day
But not on the village green,
Nor the familiar country site
Where friend and neighbor dream.
Not where the cherry and apple bloom
And a well-known road goes by,
But way off yonder? and all alone
Where the hill-tops meet the sky.
I cannot sleep in a peaceful dale
Where the tides of life flow by-
The sheltering oak the flowering shrub
Not meant for such as I.
So make me a bed on some lonely plain
Against the mountain blue,
Or take me back to the tamarack swamps
Of the far off north I knew-
The eerie mashes where herons nest
Or the crags where the pine trees grew-
Or some bleak plot in my own wild west
That my wandering footsteps knew.
There'll' be no flowers when the bier goes by,
No tears to mar repose;
But wild and sweet the murmuring wind
Will sing in the firs as it blows-
And far and free on the winding trails
The wood folk walk and fly.
There will you carry me back someday
Beneath the autumn sky.
And so it was. PBE
Pioneer's Last Rest By Alma Julia Erickson
I'm going to seek a rest some day
But not on the village green,
Nor the familiar country site
Where friend and neighbor dream.
Not where the cherry and apple bloom
And a well-known road goes by,
But way off yonder? and all alone
Where the hill-tops meet the sky.
I cannot sleep in a peaceful dale
Where the tides of life flow by-
The sheltering oak the flowering shrub
Not meant for such as I.
So make me a bed on some lonely plain
Against the mountain blue,
Or take me back to the tamarack swamps
Of the far off north I knew-
The eerie mashes where herons nest
Or the crags where the pine trees grew-
Or some bleak plot in my own wild west
That my wandering footsteps knew.
There'll' be no flowers when the bier goes by,
No tears to mar repose;
But wild and sweet the murmuring wind
Will sing in the firs as it blows-
And far and free on the winding trails
The wood folk walk and fly.
There will you carry me back someday
Beneath the autumn sky.
And so it was. PBE
I'm going to seek a rest some day
But not on the village green,
Nor the familiar country site
Where friend and neighbor dream.
Not where the cherry and apple bloom
And a well-known road goes by,
But way off yonder? and all alone
Where the hill-tops meet the sky.
I cannot sleep in a peaceful dale
Where the tides of life flow by-
The sheltering oak the flowering shrub
Not meant for such as I.
So make me a bed on some lonely plain
Against the mountain blue,
Or take me back to the tamarack swamps
Of the far off north I knew-
The eerie mashes where herons nest
Or the crags where the pine trees grew-
Or some bleak plot in my own wild west
That my wandering footsteps knew.
There'll' be no flowers when the bier goes by,
No tears to mar repose;
But wild and sweet the murmuring wind
Will sing in the firs as it blows-
And far and free on the winding trails
The wood folk walk and fly.
There will you carry me back someday
Beneath the autumn sky.
And so it was. PBE
