Is It Cold Beneath the Hill? Songtext
von Deacon Blue

Is it cold beneath the hill?
Rest easy, you′re counted
Do your empty eyes, do they still fill with the old griefs?
With your anger and your pain
For so long we've been haunted
The time is now and not again
To prove to you you′re counted
Was it cold in those small rooms
Where your deaths were invented?
Every whisper, every scream etched the air
Now the doors are opening


And the sunlight, it is daunting
'Cause the time is now and not again
To prove to you you're counted
Oh, was it cold in sun and rain
When your lives fell uncounted?
Did it seem we never would, never would, never would
Reap the dead we have planted?
Now the time has come at last
That your dead wills have granted
Oh, the time is now and not again
To prove to you that you′re counted