Standard (EADGBE)
Bury Me in Potters Field
Bury Me in Potters Field
In the Fields where I belong
Where the Powerless are strong
And the nameless are unclaimed and unrevealed
Oh Bury Me in Potters Field
When I meet you in the Meadow Long at Last
The Dreams - and all the Disappointments
Fading like Footprints in the Grass
Chorus
Sometimes I hear you singing in the Breeze
A Song that promises no sorrow
For now its fading By degrees