| Song | Burn My Body |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Hymns for the Hopeless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |