COLD GREY GROUND
Diana Jones

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  When I die, don't bury me
  Em                       Am        Em
  In the cold dirt of the north country,
  Em                        Am
  In the cold gray ground, cold gray ground.
  Em                          Am         Em
  Don't leave me here in the cold gray ground.

I can't fly to heaven above
If I am bound here in this mud.
Take me south. carry me there
To the red clay that my soul can bear.

Cradle me, cradle me
In the warm hills of my family,
Blood red stains upon my hand.
My Saviour knows me where I stand.

From those hills I will fly
When my earthly tears have dried.
Father's face I will behold
Shining on the streets of gold.