There's a cross up yonder up on Calvary Hill. There's a slip of blood on a silver knife. There's a graveyard kid down below. Where at night did come to life. And above the stars they crackle in fire. A dead man's moon throws seven rings. Well we put our ears to the cold grave stones. This is the song they'd sing. We are alive. And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark. Our spirits rise to carry the fire and light the spark. To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart. A voice cried out I was killed in Maryland in 1877. When the railroad workers made their stand. Well I was killed in 1963 one Sunday morning in Birmingham. Well I died last year crossing the southern desert. My children left behind in San Pablo. Well they left our bodies here to rot. Oh please let them know. We are alive. Oh and though we lie alone here in the dark. Our souls will rise to carry the fire and light the spark. To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart. Let your mind rest easy sleep well my friend. It's only our bodies that betray us in the end. I awoke last night in a dark and dreamy deep. From my head to my feet my body had gone stone cold. There were worms crawling all around me. Fingers scratching at an earth black and six foot low. And alone in the blackness of my grave. Alone I'd been left to die. Then I heard voices calling all around me. The earth rose above me my eyes filled with sky. We are alive. And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark. Our souls and spirits rise. To carry the fire and light the spark. To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart. To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart. We are alive