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 shoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
