We found her by the old house
Back when we still had luck
The season soured
Bad debt seemed to follow us down
And what we had wasn't much
So I'd like to show you
The grave of that sweet young girl
I'd like to look down on that old stone
Next to the chapel
And the remains of what gathered us there
What we have isn't much
When the caller calls
Take me to white church hill
I'll find her there
When you carry me to white church hill
It wasn't how they told you
There was no second chance
I forced my way out
But there wasn't anywhere to go
This I will tell you
There isn't a list
And it might not matter what we've done
When the last one is called
Take me to white church hill
I'll find her there
When you carry me to white church hill