A Cross upon the windy hill,
And a cross on either side,
Three skeletons that swing thereon,
Who had been crucified.
And on the middle cross bar sat
A white Dove slumbering;
Dim it sat in the dim light,
With its head beneath its wing.
A Cross upon the windy hill,
And a cross on either side,
Three skeletons that swing thereon,
Who had been crucified.
And on the middle cross bar sat
A white Dove slumbering;
Dim it sat in the dim light,
With its head beneath its wing.