If I should die, then shroud my limbs with flowers

If I should die, then shroud my limbs with flowers;

I do not wish that you dig a grave for me.

Lay me down by those walls,

Where so often you have seen me.

There lay me down, in rain or wind;

Gladly I would die, if it is for you, dear child.

There lay me down in sunshine and in rain;

Sweetly I die, if it is for your sake.