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Ghosts - James Vincent McMorrow

The moon holds the light

 

And the moon's this spinning globe

 

Shedding light upon the road

 

The bird won't fly

 

And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing

 

We are ghosts

 

We are ghosts amongst these hills

 

From the trees of velvet green

 

To the ground beneath our feet

 

We are ghosts

 

We are ghosts amongst these hills

 

Pressing out along the shore

 

Pressing out along the shore

 

The mountain song

 

Matters not the thoughts of thirds

 

Matters only to be heard

 

And though I'm gone

 

I will come again in Spring

 

When the harvest can begin

 

We are ghosts

 

We are ghosts amongst these hills

 

From the trees of velvet green

 

To the ground beneath our feet

 

We are ghosts

 

We are ghosts amongst these hills

 

Pressing out along the shore

 

Pressing out along the shore

 

 

 

 

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