There is a lonesome wasted garden
Where the bodies turn to gra** that feeds no flock
One pa**ed in a fever, one burned in a mine
One k**ed in a brawl, one died in jail
They're sleeping on the hill
Well tell me where are Emma, Herm, and Bert, and Tom, and Charlie?
The weak of the will, the strong of arm, the boozer, the fighter
Well tell me where are Ella, Kate, and Mag, and Lizzie, and Eden?
They're sleeping on the hill
All are sleeping on the hill
And there along the shaded walks
Vain sighs are heard
Vain dreams are mocked again
What else left to do?
Fast we come and faster we go
We ride the current
Bringing us to nowhere
And what else can we do?
And tell me where are Frederick, Albert, Chase, and Mary?
The dreamer, the drunk, the failure, the punk, the patient, the liar
And tell me do you know where they can live again?
They're sleeping on the hill, oh no
All are sleeping on the hill