When I die don't bury me
In the cold grey dirt of the North Country
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey 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 hands;
My Saviour knows me where I stand
From these hills I will fly
When my earthly tears havе dried
Mother's face I will bеhold
Shining on the streets of gold
When I die don't bury me
In the cold grey dirt of the North Country
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey ground
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey ground
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey ground
Ah ah ha ha...
In the cold grey dirt of the North Country
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey 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 hands;
My Saviour knows me where I stand
From these hills I will fly
When my earthly tears havе dried
Mother's face I will bеhold
Shining on the streets of gold
When I die don't bury me
In the cold grey dirt of the North Country
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey ground
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey ground
Cold grey ground, cold grey ground
Don't leave me here in the cold grey ground
Ah ah ha ha...
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