Songs and Poetry for the Green Burial Movement

Poetry

Poet Mary Oliver (1935-2019) reminds us: 

“I’m going to die one day. I know it’s coming for me too.

I’ll be a mountain, I’ll be a stone on the beach. I’ll be nourishment.”

British poet and novelist Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) similarly wrote evocatively on how our human bodies become part of the Earth, a kind of naturalistic immortality:

Transformations

by Thomas Hardy

Portion of this yew
Is a man my grandsire knew,
Bosomed here at its foot:
This branch may be his wife,
A ruddy human life
Now turned to a green shoot.

These grasses must be made
Of her who often prayed,
Last century, for repose;
And the fair girl long ago
Whom I often tried to know
May be entering this rose.

So, they are not underground,
But as nerves and veins abound
In the growths of upper air,
And they feel the sun and rain,
And the energy again
That made them what they were!

Contemporary Poet Anne Alexander Bingham likewise reminds us:
“It is Enough”:

To know that the atoms
of my body
will remain…
some atoms might become a
bit of fluff on the wing
of a chickadee
to feel the breeze
know the support of air

and some might drift…

– from A Year of Being Here website

 

This poem by contemporary poet Pearl Forester also argues for a green burial:

Bury My Heart
© copyright 2021 Pearl Forster (used by permission)

Wild Orchid II by Kaye Forster- copyright-2021 - used by permission
Wild Orchid II by Kaye Forster- copyright-2021

Bury my heart in a breathing forest. 

Send me not skyward through a tower of haze
to rain down death from my smoke and ashes.
Let the pulsing forces that once sustained me
send the sap rising to breeze-swaying trees
and sweeten the nectar for birds and bees.
Swathe me in cloth woven from natural fibers
and lay me where I can see
my clear path to heaven forming
and my spirit sings of joy to be free.
Bury my heart in a breathing forest.
Let my love bring the gift of life.
 
_______________________________________
 

Inscription for a Gravestone
By Robinson Jeffers

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
That’s gone, it is true;
(I never miss it; if the universe does,
How easily replaced!)
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free.
I admired the beauty
While I was human, now I am part of the beauty.
I wander in the air,
Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean;
Touch you and Asia
At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises
And the glow of this grass.
I left the light precipitate of ashes to earth
For a love-token.

 


The “Cowboy Poet” Badger Clark (1883-1957) wrote this wonderful poem likewise celebrating the Earth as our best and finest home, even after death:

I Must Come Back

I dread the break when I shall die—
Not from my human friends, for they
Are shifting shadows such as I
And soon must follow me away—
But from my earth that still must swing
From day to dusk, from dark to dawn,
Slow shimmering on from spring to spring
Through all the years when I am gone.

How many loving clouds will fold
The piney peaks in tender mist,
What sunsets turn the sky to gold
And distant plains to amethyst,
What sparkling winter days will loose
The chuckle of the chickadee
Among the silent, snowy spruce—
And I shall not be here to see!

An old street dweller’s soul may call
For that fair City of No Night,
Boxed in a four-square echoing wall
Of jasper, beryl and chrysolite,
But I should wish the endless song
Of crashing choirs were just the lark,
And close light-weary eyes and long
For starry, summer-scented dark.

No, when the waning heartbeat fails
I ask no heaven but leave to wend,
Unseen but seeing, my old trails,
With deathless years to comprehend,
My Earth, the loveliness of you,
From all your gorgeous zodiac
Down to a glistening drop of dew.
I must come back! I must come back!

Songs

Songwriter Joyce Rouse (aka “Earth Mama”) observes: “Music is the jet fuel for every important movement!”

So here we would like to create a list of “Songs for the Green Burial Movement.” If you have any suggestions for additions, please contact me.

  • Glen Alyn – “Stainless Steel”
    When you bury me, don’t you place my body
    In stainless steel, inside a concrete box.
    Let me touch the earth, cool, moist, sweet Mother,
    Where my bones can spread into the roots of time
  • Ysaye Barnwell – “Breaths” – Poem by Birago Diop; Music by Ysaye Maria Barnwell © 1980 
    Those who have died have never, never left
    The dead are not under the earth
    They are in the rustling trees
    They are in the groaning woods
    They are in the crying grass
    They are in the moaning rocks
    The dead are not under the earth
  • Joe Crookston – “Fall Down as the Rain”  (YouTube)
    When my life is over and I have gone away,
    I’m gonna leave this big ol’ world and the trouble and the pain.
    If I get to Heaven, I will not stay.
    I’ll turn myself around again and fall down as the rain.When I finally reach the ground, I’ll soak into the sod.
    Turn myself around again, come up as goldenrod. …
    “Then when I turn dry and brown, well, I’ll lay me down to rest.
    Turn myself around again, as part of an eagle’s nest.
  • Grateful Dead – “Ripple” from their American Beauty album:
    Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
    If your cup is full may it be again
    Let it be known there is a fountain
    That was not made by the hands of men
  • John Denver – ‘Homegrown Tomatoes”:
    When I die don’t bury me
    In a box in a cold dark cemetery
    Out in the garden would be much better
    ‘Cause I could be pushin’ up a home-grown tomato!
  • Kansas – “Dust in the Wind” – (PS22 performance on YouTube)

    … just a drop of water in an endless sea
    All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
    Dust in the wind
    All we are is dust in the wind
    … Now, don’t hang on, nothing last forever but the earth and sky…

  • Laurie Lewis – “Garden Grow (YouTube) from her album One Evening in May. Live Performance (YouTube)
    I want to go back to this sweet Earth
    When my time comes to go
    Just lay me down beneath that ground
    So I can help this garden grow
    Don’t preserve my empty hull
  • Sarah Pirtle – “My Roots Go Down” (lyrics and background on official website)
    My roots go down, down to the earth./
    … I rise with the voice of every living thing.

  • Sarah Pirtle – “Lay Down Your Weary Burden” (lyrics and background on official website)
    Lay down your weary burden. Open your heart and sing….
    We are the pulse that’s never ceasing…
    We are the strong wings…
    We are the wind that sweeps the greeting.
    We are the salt spray….
    We are the dream that’s never ceasing.
  • John Prine – “Please Don’t Bury Me” – (A humorous song expressing a desire for organ donation – which is perfectly compatible with “green burial”!
Please don’t bury me
Down in that cold, cold ground
No, I’d druther have ’em cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don’t mind the size
 
  • Malvina Reynolds – “This World” – (YouTube)Oh, this old world is all I know,
    It’s dust to dust when I have to go
    from this world, this world, this world.Somebody else will take my place,
    Some other hands, some other face,
    Some other eyes will look around
    And find the things I’ve never found
    Don’t weep for me when I am gone,
    Just keep this old world rolling on,
    this world, this world, this world.

Words and Music by Malvina Reynolds.
Copyright 1961, Schroder Music Co.

  • Earth Mama (Joyce Rouse) – “To Rest in the Green”  “If you love Nature, envision a natural resting place when your life ends to once again be one with the glorious beauty of Earth.”  Watch on YouTube with lyrics and beautiful nature scenes.

    No shiny brass or fancy scroll do I require at death,
    A simple shroud or piney box after my last breath.
    Just woodland flowers beside me, violets at my crown
    A mourning dove to serenade when they lay me down.

  • Pete Seeger“To My Old Brown Earth”  – (YouTube)To my old brown earth
    And to my old blue sky
    I’ll now give these last few molecules of “I.”
  • Guy Clark –  

  • Pat Humphries (“Emma’s Revolution”) – “Swimming to the Other Side”
    from the album Hands.

See also:
Fitting Tribute Funeral Service Green Burial Playlist
(A Collaborative Spotify Playlist):

For more information about Green Burial movement see: