Answer:
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I can only be played on a windy day