There is a cross up yonder up on Calvary Hill There is a slip of blood on a silver knife There is a graveyard kid down below Where at night did come to life And above the stars, they crackle in fire A dead man’s moon throws seven rings Well, we put our ears to the cold grave stones This is the song they’d sing
We are alive And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark Our spirits rise to carry the fire and light the spark To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
A voice cried out, I was killed in Maryland in 1877 When the railroad workers made their stand Well, I was killed in 1963 one Sunday morning in Birmingham Well, I died last year crossing the southern Desert My children left behind in San Pablo Well they left our bodies here to rot Oh please let them know
We are alive Oh, and though we lie alone here in the dark Our souls will rise to carry the fire and light the spark To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
Let your mind rest easy, sleep well my friend It’s only our bodies that betray us in the end
I awoke last night in a dark and dreamy deep From my head to my feet, my body gone stone cold There were worms crawling all around me Fingers scratching at an earth black and six foot low And alone in the blackness of my grave Alone I’d been left to die Then I heard voices calling all around me The earth rose above me, my eyes filled with sky
We are alive And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark Our souls and spirits rise To carry the fire and light the spark To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart We are alive