Requiem Ben Moore

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie;
Glad did I live and gladly die
And I laid me down with a will

Here may the winds about me blow
Here the sea may come and go
Here lies peace forevermo'
And the heart for aye shall be still

This be the verse you grave for me:
"Here he lies wherе he longed to be;
Homе is the sailor, home from sea
And the hunter home from the hill."