Bury Me

words & music by Chris LaVancher © 2012

Bury me
Down by the old Mill stream
Where trout run thick as thieves
And light cuts like beams through the trees
I’ve never seen such majesty
I could believe, I could believe

Bury me
Down by the old Mill stream
Where breeze whispers through the grass
Urging me to let go of my past
It means nothing to this dirt
I could forgive, I could forgive

(bridge)
Take this burden from my back
Raise my face up to the sun
In the waning of my days I see
Everything is one

Bury me
Down by the old Mill stream
Where the water’s crystal clear
The great blue heron takes to the air
Up above cathedral pines
I do believe, I do believe