Song | Ghost Story |
Artist | Don Williams |
Album | Volume Three |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I watch the western sky | |
The sun is sinking | |
The geese are flying south | |
It sets me thinking | |
I did not miss you much | |
I did not suffer | |
What did not kill me | |
Just made me tougher | |
I feel the winter come | |
His icy sinews, | |
Now in the firelight | |
The case continues | |
Another night in court | |
The same old trial | |
The same old questions asked | |
The same denial | |
The shadows closing round | |
Like jury members | |
I look for answers in | |
The fire抯 embers | |
Why was I missing then | |
That whole December? | |
I give my usual line, | |
I don't remember | |
Another winter comes | |
His icy fingers creep | |
Into these bones of mine | |
These memories never sleep | |
And all these differences | |
A cloak I borrow | |
We kept our distances | |
Why should it follow that | |
I must have loved you? | |
What is a force that binds the stars? | |
I wore this mask to hide my scars | |
What is the power that moves the tide? | |
Never could find a place to hide | |
What moves the earth around the sun? | |
What could I do but run and run and run? | |
Afraid to love, afraid to fail | |
A mast without a sail | |
The moon's a fingernail | |
And slowly sinking | |
Another day begins | |
And now I'm thinking | |
That this is indifference | |
Was my invention | |
When everything I did | |
Sought your attention | |
You were my compass star | |
You were my measure | |
You were a pirate's map | |
Of buried treasure | |
If this was all correct | |
The last thing I'd expect | |
The prosecution rests | |
It's time that I confessed | |
I must have loved you | |
I must have loved you |
I watch the western sky | |
The sun is sinking | |
The geese are flying south | |
It sets me thinking | |
I did not miss you much | |
I did not suffer | |
What did not kill me | |
Just made me tougher | |
I feel the winter come | |
His icy sinews, | |
Now in the firelight | |
The case continues | |
Another night in court | |
The same old trial | |
The same old questions asked | |
The same denial | |
The shadows closing round | |
Like jury members | |
I look for answers in | |
The fire zha embers | |
Why was I missing then | |
That whole December? | |
I give my usual line, | |
I don' t remember | |
Another winter comes | |
His icy fingers creep | |
Into these bones of mine | |
These memories never sleep | |
And all these differences | |
A cloak I borrow | |
We kept our distances | |
Why should it follow that | |
I must have loved you? | |
What is a force that binds the stars? | |
I wore this mask to hide my scars | |
What is the power that moves the tide? | |
Never could find a place to hide | |
What moves the earth around the sun? | |
What could I do but run and run and run? | |
Afraid to love, afraid to fail | |
A mast without a sail | |
The moon' s a fingernail | |
And slowly sinking | |
Another day begins | |
And now I' m thinking | |
That this is indifference | |
Was my invention | |
When everything I did | |
Sought your attention | |
You were my compass star | |
You were my measure | |
You were a pirate' s map | |
Of buried treasure | |
If this was all correct | |
The last thing I' d expect | |
The prosecution rests | |
It' s time that I confessed | |
I must have loved you | |
I must have loved you |
I watch the western sky | |
The sun is sinking | |
The geese are flying south | |
It sets me thinking | |
I did not miss you much | |
I did not suffer | |
What did not kill me | |
Just made me tougher | |
I feel the winter come | |
His icy sinews, | |
Now in the firelight | |
The case continues | |
Another night in court | |
The same old trial | |
The same old questions asked | |
The same denial | |
The shadows closing round | |
Like jury members | |
I look for answers in | |
The fire zhā embers | |
Why was I missing then | |
That whole December? | |
I give my usual line, | |
I don' t remember | |
Another winter comes | |
His icy fingers creep | |
Into these bones of mine | |
These memories never sleep | |
And all these differences | |
A cloak I borrow | |
We kept our distances | |
Why should it follow that | |
I must have loved you? | |
What is a force that binds the stars? | |
I wore this mask to hide my scars | |
What is the power that moves the tide? | |
Never could find a place to hide | |
What moves the earth around the sun? | |
What could I do but run and run and run? | |
Afraid to love, afraid to fail | |
A mast without a sail | |
The moon' s a fingernail | |
And slowly sinking | |
Another day begins | |
And now I' m thinking | |
That this is indifference | |
Was my invention | |
When everything I did | |
Sought your attention | |
You were my compass star | |
You were my measure | |
You were a pirate' s map | |
Of buried treasure | |
If this was all correct | |
The last thing I' d expect | |
The prosecution rests | |
It' s time that I confessed | |
I must have loved you | |
I must have loved you |