Testi When I Die - Anastasia Minster

When I Die

The morning I die
The clocks won’t stop
The traffic lights
Will wink on in the streets
And the skies
Gonna rain
Drop by drop
As I close my eyes
And stop breathing
When I die
Bury me on the top of the white hill
Because I’d like to see the birds rushing by
The morning I die
The coldest of the year
The northern winds
Will keep howling around
And the trees will swing, the snowflakes sting
But I know I’ll get warm
In the ground
When I die
Bury me on the top of the white hill
Because I’d like to see the birds rushing by
When I die
Bury me on the top of the white hill
Because I’d like to see the birds
Listening to the clapping of the winds there on high
See the doors of the distant galaxies open wide
Hear the calling of the stellar seas overhead
Falling, falling up into the deep
When I’m dead
Lyrics by Anastasia Minster