William Elliott Whitmore - Burn my body

^EBurn my body in the ^ANorthern^E Field ^ELet the wind blow th^B7e ashes ^Earound ^EAnd then you will know that my w^Aounds have been ^Ehealed ^ECause Lord I'll be ^B7homeward b^Eound

^ELet the flames ^Awarm your hands ^ELet the glow ^B7light your wa^Ey These gifts to you ^AI bestow ^E And no ones listenin' don'^B7t bother to ^Epray If you do lord ^B7I'll never k^Enow

^EWell up and up the ^Asmoke will ^Eroll Like a cloud of f^Arightened c^Erows ^ETo Carry my not so ^Aimmortal ^Esoul Up b^B7etween the ^Erows Up b^B7etween the ^Erows

^EBurn my body in the ^ANorthern ^EField ^ELet the wind blow the ^B7ashes a^Eround ^EAnd then you will know that my ^Awounds have been ^Ehealed ^ECause lord I'll be ^B7homeward b^Eound Oh lord I'll be hom^B7eward ^Ebound

^ESome words that are said can ^Acut like a ^Esaw ^EMy ears nearly ^B7bled at the s^Eound And I cant help prepare for the ^Aspringtime ^Ethaw cause lord ill be ^B7homeward b^Eound

^EAnd the frost turns to flowers and they ^Aall start to ^Ebloom and there's nothin^B7 left to ^Ehoe well tip one back and ^Asing me a ^Etune And never let the ^B7fire grow c^Eold Never let the fi^B7re grow col^Ed

^EBurn my body in the ^ANorthern ^EField ^ELet the wind blow the ^B7ashes a^Eround ^EAnd then you will know that my ^Awounds have been ^Ehealed ^ECause lord I'll be ^B7homeward b^Eound Oh lord I'll be hom^B7eward b^Eound