Ghost Fields

Intro
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A dark wind, come from the fey.

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Blew under her skirt, and took her
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 away.

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And now that she's gone, the 
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land seems to change.

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Lights on the hills, have never 
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looked so strange.


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I pass by these houses, all out 
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of the way.

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A lot of my friends came from here,

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but none of them still live here 
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today.


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As I walk alone

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through the ghost fields that remain

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down the barren roads

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i recall your ways


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She bends with the winds and he 
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shifts like sand.

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I try to explain, but I'm not an 
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eloquent man.


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She bends with the winds and he 
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shifts like sand.

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I try to explain, but I'm not an 
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eloquent man.

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Do you understand?


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This girl, this boy, They were 
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part of the land.

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What happens to the places we used
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 to tend?

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He's a hard one to trust, And she's
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 a roving ghost.

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Will you come back, will you come 
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back, Or leave me alone?


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Sons, sons, Full of anger & steam,

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Did you find what you were 
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searching for, Or did you bury the 
dream?


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Daughters, daughters, Return to 
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the fold.

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Will you come back, will you come 
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back, Now your children are grown?


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She's alive, she's alive, A stone 
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floating upstream

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He was the pale rider on a dark 
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horse in a coal black dream...

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