words by Diana Zimmerman

I leave you a rib, something close to my heart,
I leave you a rib not to forget me,
I leave you a rib, ‘cause it’s something close to my heart,
I leave you a rib not to forget me…

plant it in the dust, underneath a tree,
a rib to plant for me when I leave you,
plant it in the dust, there, for everyone to see,
a rib to plant for me when I leave you…

I am a house and you haunt me,
tiptoeing ‘round in my memory,
blowing the dust from old pictures and poems,
I am a house and you haunt me,
rattling the chains all around me
shaking the dust from old letters and songs..

I leave you a rib, something close to my heart,
I leave you a rib not to forget me,
I leave you a rib, ‘cause it’s something close to my heart,
I leave you a rib not to forget me…

plant it in the dust, underneath a tree,
a rib to plant for me when I leave you,
plant it in the dust, there, for everyone to see,
a rib to plant for me when I leave you…

when I leave you, when I leave you…
I leave you a rib, I leave you a rib
when I leave you…