Where the Cold Wind Blows

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Bury me where the cold wind blows, down beneath the ice and snow
If I shiver, don't you fret, the dirt and the leaves will keep me warm tonight
If you pass by, don't you dare, don't you stop and look and stare
Things better laid to rest, shadows move under waning crescent 

Bury me down in the dark, 'neath another shovelful
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
I'm feeling quiet at home, by the warmth of the soil 
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
A six foot journey down, searching for peace
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
If I could show what I found, would it set your mind at ease?
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)

In this garden made of stone, lies my weary, rotten bones
Forsaken in this grave, this is where my memories fade
Forgotten and alone, left here so long ago
Restless I start to rise, hostage soul, trapped inside

Bury me down in the dark, 'neath another shovelful
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
I'm feeling quiet at home, by the warmth of the soil 
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
A six foot journey down, searching for peace
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
If I could show what I found, would it set your mind at ease?
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)

I know I've said this before, please bury me where the cold wind blows
If I can have one last wish, it would be to once again kiss your lips
Loneliness is my only friend, as I sit here drowning in my sins
I guess that's how the story goes when you're lying where the cold wind blows

Bury me where the cold wind blows, down beneath the ice and snow
If I shiver, don't you fret, the dirt and the leaves will keep me warm tonight

Bury me down in the dark, 'neath another shovelful
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
I'm feeling quiet at home, by the warmth of the soil 
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
A six foot journey down, searching for peace
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)
If I could show what I found, would it set your mind at ease?
(Shovel, shovel, shovelful...shovel, shovel, shovelful, yeah)

I know I've said this before, please bury me where the cold wind blows
If I can have one last wish, it would be to once again kiss your lips
Loneliness is my only friend, as I sit here drowning in my sins
I guess that's how the story goes when you're lying where the cold wind blows

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