It is the time of Digwell, now Summer's gone away
People come from miles around to meet on Digwell day
We all come here with mighty stones, with gravel, rocks, and sand,
Bring it here with oxcarts or with buckets in your hand

Chorus:
Pile high, pile high, the devil's underground
Pile high, pile high, keep the devil down

And bring you all your blighted crops and blighted beasts beside,
And coffins of this season's dead that of the blight have died
Bring them to the mountain's top and fetch the boulders near,
'Tis fitting that the blighted dead should all be buried here

So fetch the boulders, sand, and stones, and pile them deeply here
We bury now the sorrows, sins, and bad luck of the year,
And when the mountain's higher by the mound we build today,
Then we shall feast and dance and sing this autumn night away

For back in our forefathers' time, the devils ruled this land
They made cruel wars and laws to rule the folks on every hand
They spoiled the land and water, and they poisoned half the sky
They cared for nothing but their power, though man and nature die

In time the danger grew so fierce it threatened them as well,
And so they dug deep in the Earth and hid them safe in Hell
They hoped to wait in comfort 'till the poisons wore away,
For then they could come out again and rule another day

They hid themselves below the ground and left the people here,
Amid the blight that they had made and even they must fear,
But still the people stayed alive, and well they promised then
That all the devils hid in Hell would never rule again

And so our fathers hunted 'til they found the secret gate,
And there they piled the boulders high above where devils wait,
And thus we've ever after done these many years and more,
So now our manmade mountain stands above their exit door

Pile high, pile high, the devil's underground, oh,
Pile high, pile high, keep the devil down