When I, am long gone And I'm cold beneath the clay Won't you think of this old song And put honey on my grave If I'm covered in sweetness I surely will be saved I will live in the golden sun With honey on my grave Don't need no flowers I don't need no stone You can burn me up or bury me whole I worked this bitter ground all of my days I believe I've earned some honey on my grave Sister, don't you mourn me From heaven I will wave I don't need no wailing wall With honey on my grave