High On A Hill Lyrics

High on a hill was a woman who drowned

She was soaked to the bone but no water could be found

Her body made a lake of the grave where they buried in the ground

High on a hill was a woman who drowned

She had hair of gold and rings of rust

But her shoes were bitten to the quick if you must know

Her sternum stayed a pearl in a cage of damp bone and dust

She had hair of gold and rings of rust

She had one eye open and one eye closed

As if half of her knew it was time to go

Her lips held the hint of a tale that never got to be told

She had one eye open and one eye closed

Some said they saw her swinging from an old oak tree

Those who stumbled upon her knew it just couldn't be

For every man who gathered by her side swore her neck was kept and clean

But some said they saw her swinging from an old oak tree

The children in town came to kiss her hand

The men and women would never understand

That to die inside a secret is a pain no grown heart can withstand

So the children in town came to kiss her hand

The women lay by her side and they rocked her slow

As if she was a child they bore that they never got to know

They wailed and cried and weeped and bathed her body in the water of a rose

The women lay by her side and rocked her slow

The men dug and dug 'til the moon did rise

They felt a whisper on their necks as they lay her inside

A hole, a home for her that was 6 feet deep and wide

Enough to hold the river that seeped from her spine

You are you are you are you are

You are sky you are sea you are breath

You are you were you were you were you were

You were sky you were sea you were breath

You are you are you are you are you are

You are sky you are sea you are breath

You were you were you were you were you were

You were sky you were sea you were breath

You were you were

High on a hill was a woman who drowned

She was soaked to the bone but no water could be found

Her body made a lake of the grave where they buried her in the ground

If you lean real close to its banks you can hear a ringing, singing sound

You'll find roses in the breeze and gold in the trees and an aching all around

High on a hill was a woman who drowned

High on a hill was a woman who drowned