William Elliott Whitmore - Burn my body

^CBurn my body in the ^FNorthern^C Field ^CLet the wind blow the^F ashes ^Caround ^CAnd then you will know that my w^Founds have been ^Chealed ^CCause Lord I'll be ^Fhomeward ^Cbound

^CLet the flames warm your hands Let the g^Flow light your ^Cway These gifts to ^Fyou I bes^Ctow And noones listenin don't ^Fbother to ^Cpray If you do lord ^FI'll never ^Cknow

^CWell up and up the ^Fsmoke will ^Croll Like a cloud of f^Frightened c^Crows ^CTo Carry my not so ^Fimmortal ^Csoul Up be^Ftween the ^Crows ^{F C}Up be^Ftween the ^Crows

^CBurn my body in the ^FNorthern ^CField ^CLet the wind blow the ^Fashes ^Caround ^CAnd then you will know that my ^Fwounds have been ^Chealed ^CCause lord I'll be ^Fhomeward ^Cbound ^FOh ^Clord I'll be hom^Feward ^Cbound

^CSome words that are said can ^Fcut like a ^Csaw ^CMy ears nearly ^Fbled at the ^Csound And I cant help prepare for the ^Fspringtime ^Cthaw cause lord ill be ^Fhomeward ^Cbound

^CAnd the frost turns to flowers and they ^Fall start to ^Cbloom and theres nothin ^Fleft to ^Choe well tip one back and ^Fsing me a ^Ctune And never let the ^Ffire grow ^Ccold ^{F C}Never let the ^Ffire grow ^Ccold

^CBurn my body in the ^FNorthern ^CField ^CLet the wind blow the ^Fashes ^Caround ^CAnd then you will know that my ^Fwounds have been ^Chealed ^CCause lord I'll be ^Fhomeward ^Cbound ^FOh ^Clord I'll be hom^Feward ^Cbound