Cemetery Hill lyrics

Someplace in a grave up on Cemetery Hill

There's a chest full of gold

In a pile of dirt for ten centuries

It's covered up with holes

Someplace in the desert on the wind she rides

On horses 'cross the forgotten sands of ice

She will come for you in time

And whatever's on the wind is not whispering

Whatever's on the wind up on Cemetery Hill

Lost out at sea the angry ocean cries

Waves begin to roll

If we die, what will our treasures be

Other than our souls

Bad blood and mutiny on a seaside

Some family would've begged us to stay home

Raise up the sails, here come the swells

And whatever's on the wind is not whispering

The casket in the hold started glistening

And whatever was inside is now missing

And whoever we disturbed up on Cemetery Hill

They were listening

They were listening

They were listening

Up on Cemetery Hill

• Artist:Ryan Adams