Could you see the aisles of women
Could you see them screaming and weeping
Could you see the storm rising
Could you see the guy who was driving
Could you climb higher and higher
Could you climb right over the top
Why does a multi-millionaire
Fill up his home with priceless junk
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
Through the house
Elvis are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain
Another Hollywood waitress
Is telling us she's having your baby
And there's a rumour that you're on ice
And you will rise again someday
And that there's a photograph
Where you're dancing on your grave
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
Through the house
Elvis are you out there somewhere
Looking like a happy man
In the snow with Rosebud
And king of the mountain
The wind it blows
The wind it blows the door closed