Burn My Body - William Elliott Whitmore

Burn my body in the nothern field

And let the wind blow the ashes around

Then you will know that my wounds have been healed

'cause Lord I’ll be homeward bound

Let the flames warm your hands

Let the glow light your way

These gifts to you I bestow

No one’s listening don’t bother to pray

If you do I’ll never know

Up and up the smoke will roll

Like a cloud of frightened crows

Carry my not so immortal soul

Up between the rows

Some words that are said can cut like a saw

And my ears nearly bled at the sound

I can’t help prepare for the springtime thaw

'cause Lord I’ll be homeward bound

When frost turns to flowers and they all start to bloom

And there’s nothing left to hold

Tip one back and sing me a tune

And never let the fire grow cold