The Stone Coyotes

Roses and Bones

The Stone Coyotes
The Stone Coyotes


I had a little friend in my childhood

The fairest flower of them all

The kind that blooms in the springtime

Then is gone long before the fall


I’ll show you the pathway to take through the pines

I’ll tell you the names on the stones

But I won’t go to the graveyard – No, I’ll stay behind

Too many roses and bones


There are those who do find comfort

When they see their loved ones’ resting place

As for me, I prefer the memory

Of the way sunlight played upon her face


I am told we’ll all be together

Young again on that distant shore

Joined with the dearly departed

I’ll see them then and not before