| E | A | E | |
| Burn my body in the | Northern | Field |
| E | A | E | |
| Let the wind blow the | ashes | around |
| E | A | E | |
| And then you will know that my w | ounds have been | healed |
| E | A | E | |
| Cause Lord I'll be | homeward | bound |
| E | |
| Let the flames warm your hands |
| A | E | |
| Let the g | low light your | way |
| A | E | |
| These gifts to | you I bes | tow |
| A | E | |
| And noones listenin don't | bother to | pray |
| A | E | |
| If you do lord | I'll never | know |
| E | A | E | |
| Well up and up the | smoke will | roll |
| A | E | |
| Like a cloud of f | rightened c | rows |
| E | A | E | |
| To Carry my not so | immortal | soul |
| A | E | A | |
| Up be | tween the | rows |
| E | A | E | |
| Up be | tween the | rows |
| E | A | E | |
| Burn my body in the | Northern | Field |
| E | A | E | |
| Let the wind blow the | ashes | around |
| E | A | E | |
| And then you will know that my | wounds have been | healed |
| E | A | E | |
| Cause lord I'll be | homeward | bound |
| A | E | A | E | |
| Oh | lord I'll be hom | eward | bound |
| E | A | E | |
| Some words that are said can | cut like a | saw |
| E | A | E | |
| My ears nearly | bled at the | sound |
| A | E | |
| And I cant help prepare for the | springtime | thaw |
| A | E | |
| cause lord ill be | homeward | bound |
| E | |
| And the frost turns to flowers |
| A | E | |
| and they | all start to | bloom |
| A | E | |
| and theres nothin | left to | hoe |
| A | E | |
| well tip one back and | sing me a | tune |
| A | E | A | |
| And never let the | fire grow | cold |
| E | A | E | |
| Never let the | fire grow | cold |
| E | A | E | |
| Burn my body in the | Northern | Field |
| E | A | E | |
| Let the wind blow the | ashes | around |
| E | A | E | |
| And then you will know that my | wounds have been | healed |
| E | A | E | |
| Cause lord I'll be | homeward | bound |
| A | E | A | E | |
| Oh | lord I'll be hom | eward | bound |