"Ghost Fields" as written by and Scott Andrew Brackett Matthew Taylor Armstrong....
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 we used to tend?
She's a hard one to trust
And he'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


Lyrics submitted by monroeet, edited by Mellow_Harsher

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