Where has Elmer gone
Who let himself die of fever
Where is Herman who burned in the mine

Where are Bert and Tom
The first killed in a brawl
And the other who came out already dead from jail

And what will become of Charley
Who fell while working
And from the bridge he flew and flew onto the road

They sleep, they sleep on the hill
They sleep, they sleep on the hill

Where are Ella and Kate
Both died by mistake
One from abortion, the other from love

And Maggie killed in a brothel
By the caresses of an animal
And Edith consumed by a strange disease

And Lizzie who chased life
Far away, and from England
Was brought back to this palm of earth

They sleep, they sleep on the hill
They sleep, they sleep on the hill

Where are the generals
Who prided themselves in battles
With cemeteries of crosses on their chests

Where are the sons of war
Gone for an ideal
For a scam, for a love gone wrong

They sent home
Their remains in flags
Tied tight so they seemed whole

They sleep, they sleep on the hill
They sleep, they sleep on the hill

Where is Jones the musician
Who was surprised by his nineties
And would have still played with life

He who offered his face to the wind
His throat to wine and never a thought
Not to money, not to love, nor to heaven

Yes, it seems you can still hear him
Talking about the crap
Eaten on the street at the wrong hours

It seems you can still hear him
Telling the liquor merchant
"You who sell it, what do you buy that's better?"

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