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
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
Elvis are you out there somewhere
looking like a happy man
in the snow with Rosebud
and king of the mountain now
Ooh
Ooh
The wind it blows
The wind it blows
The door closed
The wind it blows
The wind it blows
The wind is whistling
The wind is whistling
through the house
The wind it blows
The wind it blows