Christopher Miller

Lyrics

I heard a high and lonesome sound
Like a wild bird in the woods
Upon the dark and bloody ground
Where once the Shawnee lodges stood
I heard the blue black ghost of slavery
Moan beneath their chains
I heard the hiss of copper kettles
Makin' moonshine in the rain
And I heard a woman's voice a-cryin' out
From where her unmarked grave lay hid
And the wind blows cold
And the ages roll
All across Jerusalem Ridge

I hear the pounding of the hoofbeats
Raise a dusty cloud of war
I hear the tattoo of a drummer boy
As he come rapping' round death's door
And I hear the echo of a melody
They call the Dead Man's Waltz
While faceless forms dance round and round and round
With wild hogs and owls
And I hear the clatter of those wagon wheels
Across some long gone covered bridge
And the wind blows cold
And the ages roll
All across Jerusalem Ridge

Blood feuds spill
Down the Eastern hills
And the they stain Forget-Me-Nots
Daisy chains pull the long coal trains
Like a black lung miner's cough
And in the mist a young man sits
And for him it's crystal clear
The red men dance
The field hands chant
And there's ghost soldiers everywhere
And he can pull it from the ether
And he can bring it to the edge
Where wind blows cold
And the ages roll
All across Jerusalem Ridge