Post a guard upon the hill
Thumb your nose at all we've built
Empty pockets bring me down
I stalk the grounds around and listen for the sound

I follow Gods around the hill
I thumb my nose at all they've built
Empty gardens bring me down
I stalk the grounds around and listen for the sound

There are men under the hill
Building houses, keeping them still
Empty sockets bring me down
They will not hark again, even for the sound