Willem's Hill 

Shivering weakness, 
freezing rain 
the children know 
it's happening again. 

Watching the house 
sit black on the hill 
the old man is long buried 
but he walks there still 

When the moon is just right 
and the house stands alight 
shadows flick in the windows 
and haunts float in plain sight 

With the bible in hand 
the priest took his last stand 
and braved the shadows 
of that crooked old man 

Waves crashed the rocks
and the children rocked with the fright 
as he stood at the doorway 
and called to the night. 

"Willem, Oh Willem, 
I vow to you now, 
In the name of the Savior 
In the name of God's crown. 

"You must rest in the earth 
for homeward you're bound 
whether you go up 
or whether sent down. 

"You can not stay here 
you must give up your life. 
You died on the sea 
in a storm on that night." 

The house grew so bright 
and the wind whistled loud 
some people say, 
that the noise shook the ground.

I remember the sound 
and I remember the night 
remember the priest 
and how his hair had turned white. 

We still gather in town 
with children gathered round 
to show them the shadows 
and to tell about the sound 

Some nights we can hear 
in the wind as it howls, 
the words of the priest 
and the words of his vow 

"Willem, Oh Willem, 
I vow to you now, 
In the name of the Savior 
In the name of God's crown. 

"You must rest in the earth 
for homeward you're bound 
whether you go up 
or whether sent down. 

"You can not stay here 
you must give up your life. 
You died on the sea 
in a storm on that night."