Joe Hill

My will is easy to decide,
For there is nothing to divide.
My kin don’t need to fuss and moan,
Moss doesn’t cling to a rolling stone.
My body? Oh, if I could choose,
I would to ashes it reduce,
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again
This is my last and final will -
Good luck to all of you.