Well I got older this year, but I'm still standing here
I've climbed that hill to rest my soul
I've got my jacket on, for that wind does blow strong
It blows for miles and miles to the valley below

Well as sure as I stand here,
There's a ghost that stands there
Whispering things into my ear
Well don't you turn around, no don't you look down
Don't want that whisper to bring that fear

Well if you notice that I'm not here
Just rest your heart still
Just look West into the sinking sun
You'll see my silhouette on the hill

Well it's the day of the dead
That's what the Good Book says
So let's bow our heads and say a prayer
Boy, don't you go to town
When the leaves are on the ground
The Devil spreads his evil there

Well if you notice that I'm not here
Just rest your heart still
Just look west into the sinking sun
You'll see my silhouette on the hill

The sun is sinking down
I'm nowhere to be found
I'm high up above the down below
Winter's moving in
And with it, all that sin
Got to get down before it starts to snow