It don't matter where you bury me, I'll be home and I'll be free,
It don't matter where I lay, all my tears be washed away.
Gold and silver blind the eye, temporary riches lie,
So come and eat from Heaven's store; come and drink, and thirst no more,
So weep not for me, my friend, when my time below does end,
For my life belongs to him who will raise from the dead again.
It don't matter where you bury me, I'll be home and I'll be free,
It don't matter where I lay, all my tears be washed away.