William Elliott Whitmore - Burn my body

^EBurn my body in the ^ANorthern^E Field ^ELet the wind blow the^A ashes ^Earound ^EAnd then you will know that my w^Aounds have been ^Ehealed ^ECause Lord I'll be ^Ahomeward ^Ebound

^ELet the flames warm your hands Let the g^Alow light your ^Eway These gifts to ^Ayou I bes^Etow And noones listenin don't ^Abother to ^Epray If you do lord ^AI'll never ^Eknow

^EWell up and up the ^Asmoke will ^Eroll Like a cloud of f^Arightened c^Erows ^ETo Carry my not so ^Aimmortal ^Esoul Up be^Atween the ^Erows ^{A E}Up be^Atween the ^Erows

^EBurn my body in the ^ANorthern ^EField ^ELet the wind blow the ^Aashes ^Earound ^EAnd then you will know that my ^Awounds have been ^Ehealed ^ECause lord I'll be ^Ahomeward ^Ebound ^AOh ^Elord I'll be hom^Aeward ^Ebound

^ESome words that are said can ^Acut like a ^Esaw ^EMy ears nearly ^Abled at the ^Esound And I cant help prepare for the ^Aspringtime ^Ethaw cause lord ill be ^Ahomeward ^Ebound

^EAnd the frost turns to flowers and they ^Aall start to ^Ebloom and theres nothin ^Aleft to ^Ehoe well tip one back and ^Asing me a ^Etune And never let the ^Afire grow ^Ecold ^{A E}Never let the ^Afire grow ^Ecold

^EBurn my body in the ^ANorthern ^EField ^ELet the wind blow the ^Aashes ^Earound ^EAnd then you will know that my ^Awounds have been ^Ehealed ^ECause lord I'll be ^Ahomeward ^Ebound ^AOh ^Elord I'll be hom^Aeward ^Ebound