| Up Falling Rock Hill where the leaves swoop like bats
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| I shot my brother William five times in the back
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| «Have mercy, have mercy, dear brother,"he cried
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| But the wind has no mercy and neither did I
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| I watched as his blood ran through the damp grass
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| I watched as the black ants crawled through his hands
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| Up Falling Rock Hill, the wind softly moaned
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| And down, down came I with blood on my clothes
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| Cicadas were hissing and the whippoorwill called
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| But the earth didn’t open and the sky didn’t fall
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| 'Round Falling Rock Hill the wind softly moans
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| And black ants, they crawl 'cross my dear brother’s bones
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| Wild red roses tangle the grass
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| Where William, sweet William, his blood once ran
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| Through the dead leaves I walk marked with blood
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| And wherever I step, the night creatures run
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| Cicadas are hissing and the whippoorwill calls
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| But the earth doesn’t open and the sky doesn’t fall
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| The earth doesn’t open and the sky doesn’t fall |