Murder by Death - Ghost Fields lyrics
[Murder by Death - Ghost Fields lyrics]
A dark wind come from the fey
Blew under her skirt and took her away
And now that she's gone
The land seems to change
Lights on the hills have
Never looked so strange
I pass by these houses, all out of the way
A lot of my friends came from here
But none of them still live here today
As I walk alone
Through the ghost fields that remain
Down the barren roads i recall your ways
She bends with the winds and
He shifts like sand
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man
She bends with the winds and
He shifts like sand
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man
Do you understand?
This girl, this boy
They were part of the land
What happens to the places that
We used to tend? He's a hard one to trust
And she's a roving ghost
Will you come back, will you come back
Or leave me alone?
Sons, sons, full of anger and steam
Will you find what you were searching for
Or did you bury the dream?
Daughters, daughters, return to the fold
Will you come back, will you come back
Now your children are grown?
She's alive, she's alive
A stone floating upstream
He was the pale rider on a dark
Horse in a coal black dream ah
Ah ah
Ah
Blew under her skirt and took her away
And now that she's gone
The land seems to change
Lights on the hills have
Never looked so strange
I pass by these houses, all out of the way
A lot of my friends came from here
But none of them still live here today
As I walk alone
Through the ghost fields that remain
Down the barren roads i recall your ways
She bends with the winds and
He shifts like sand
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man
She bends with the winds and
He shifts like sand
I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man
Do you understand?
This girl, this boy
They were part of the land
What happens to the places that
We used to tend? He's a hard one to trust
And she's a roving ghost
Will you come back, will you come back
Or leave me alone?
Sons, sons, full of anger and steam
Will you find what you were searching for
Or did you bury the dream?
Daughters, daughters, return to the fold
Will you come back, will you come back
Now your children are grown?
She's alive, she's alive
A stone floating upstream
He was the pale rider on a dark
Horse in a coal black dream ah
Ah ah
Ah