Scatter My Ashes

Scatter my ashes in the hollows and cracks

of memory familiar and warm.

Scatter my ashes down the roads and the tracks,

so they’ll settle in the place I was born.

And if the winds will to raise

my remains, don’t protest.

They can blow me from Long Beach to Clare.

Just hold my vessel to your chest.

Scatter my ashes wherever you will,

by the sea or by the highlands.

Scatter my ashes in a garden still

where I laid every stone with my hands.

And if the winds will to raise

my remains, don’t protest.

They can blow me from my heart to yours.

Just hold my vessel to your chest.

I don’t need your tributes.

I don’t need your cheers.

I don’t need you whoring out your soul.

I don’t need your memories.

I don’t need your tears.

I don’t need to have the starring role .

Scatter my ashes, scatter my heart

where brown eyes and a bishop and bluebells are.

Scatter my ashes for as soon as you start,

I’ll be there to mend over a scar.

Scatter My Ashes - The Kelly Song Collective
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