Up Falling Rock Hill where the leaves swoop like bats
I shot my brother William five times in the back
"Have mercy, have mercy, dear brother," he cried
But, the wind has no mercy and neither did I
I watched as his blood ran through dead gra**
I watched as the black ants crawled through his hands
Up Falling Rock Hill the wind softly moaned and down
Down came I with blood on my clothes
Cicadas were hissing and the whippoorwill called
But the earth didn't open and the sky didn't fall
Up Falling Rock Hill the wind softly moans
And black ants they crawl cross my dear brother's bones
Wild, red roses tangle the gra** where William
Sweet William, his blood once ran
Through the dead leaves, I walk marked with blood
And wherever I step, the night creatures run