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? Ah, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flower grows
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would spring to life and bloom again
This is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you
Joe Hill