One Kind Favor Lyrics

Grateful Dead One Kind Favor

There is one kind favor I ask of you One kind favor I ask of you One kind favor I ask of you That you see that my grave is kept clean


If you ever hear a church bell toll (note 1) If you ever hear a church bell toll If you ever hear a church bell toll You may know by that I'm dead and gone


Well six white horses in a line There's six white horses in a line Six white horses in a line Taking me to that burying ground


Now dig my grave with a silver spade Now dig my grave with a silver spade Dig my grave with a silver spade And lay me down with a golden [shovel?] (note 2)


There is one kind favor I ask of you One kind favor I ask of you One kind favor I ask of you That you see that my grave is kept clean