text: Theres a cross up yonder on Calvary Hill
  Theres a slip of blood on a silver knife
  Theres a graveyard kid down below
  Where at night the dead come to life
  Well above the stars they crackle and fire
  A dead mans moon throws seven rings
  We’d 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 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
  I died last year crossing the southern desert
  My children left behind in San Pablo
  Well they’ve left our bodies here to rot
  Oh please let them know
  We are alive
  And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark
  Our souls will rise
  To carry the fire and light the spark
  To stand 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
  Well I awoke last night in the dark and dreamy deep
  From my head to my feet my body’s gone stone cold
  There were worms crawling all around me
  My fingers scratching at an earth black and six foot low
  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 spirits rise
  To carry the fire and light the spark
  To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart