Up on the hill there's silk tree
Thin, tall and has a very supple trunk
His delicate leaves are clasped
When I die, please cremate my body
And bury my bone under the tree
Well, the tree used to be the boy I loved
Eat me to stretch up higher and higher
Like the vessels of your heart
The root will surround the land around
One day suddenly he was gone and I've got a big hole in my heart
I still regretted not telling him
It's a ghost dance; we won't scare you out
Won't you come with me onto the hill and
Make a circle and go round and round
Thinking back everything about him
Like the vessels of your heart
The root will surround the land around
