Post a guard upon the hill
Thumb your nose
At all we've built
Empty pockets bring me down
I stalk the grounds around
And listen for the sound

I follow Gods around the hill
I thumb my nose
At all they've built
Empty gardens bring me down
I stalk the grounds around
And listen for the sound

Bones of men under the hill
They've built houses
Keeping them still
Empty sockets bring me down
They will not hark again
Even for the sound