Ghost (Part I.)

	Early morning, dreary horizon
	Aching hands are pulling a millstone
	Wailing from the cart
	Moaning from a shattered heart
	He’s burned down many a bridge
	And he’s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
	He’s burned down many a bridge
	And he’s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
	Oh he is worn out from marching
	And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching
	Yet he keeps up the stride
	God knows that he won’t arrive
	He’s burned down many a bridge
	And he’s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
	He’s burned down many a bridge
	And he’s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin

	Early morning, dreary horizon
	Aching hands are pulling a millstone
	Wailing from the cart
	Moaning from a shattered heart
	He' s burned down many a bridge
	And he' s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
	He' s burned down many a bridge
	And he' s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
	Oh he is worn out from marching
	And he' s forgotten for what he' s searching
	Yet he keeps up the stride
	God knows that he won' t arrive
	He' s burned down many a bridge
	And he' s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
	He' s burned down many a bridge
	And he' s scared of walking in the dark
	It hurts when the rain falls on his skin