The barn owl makes his ashes and
His wings don't make a sound
A blade above the waving fields
A sentence handed down
Oh, earth
I want to lay
This
Body
By
Oh, earth
I want to lay
This
Body
By
The game trails led
Us through the woods
And disappear at the tree line
The snow it blows
Like a bridle train
Of side ways through the path
Oh, earth
I want to lay
These
Garments
By
Oh, earth
I want to lay
These
Garments
By