My will is easy to decide
for there is nothing to divide
my kin don't need to fuss or 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 gentle breezes blow
my dust to where some flowers grow
maybe some fading flower then
would come to life and bloom again
this is my last my final will
good luck to all of you .... Joe Hill

This he wrote on the wall of his cell the night before he was murdered (executed) as the guards refused to give him paper.
I put this to music and sing it before I go into the song proper


I dreamed ........etc etc


Cheers

Raggytash