Ghostly

I will weep
On soiled ground
Though I have turned.

The wicked round.

It seems my brain
Is left to rot
Rot in half
The other not.

But I ain't coming home
To see my bride
She's dead and gone
On the other side.

I will creep
By the willow tree
Hold my breath
As if to see
Her ghostly.

Idle hands
Will learn to dance
When I sell my soul
At the crossroads.

Seems the devil
Has come to pass
Pass over me
To everlast.

But I ain't coming home
To keep my pride
To let it grip
Like the wretch inside.

I will creep
By the willow tree
Hold my breath
As if to see
Her Ghostly.

My love is gone
I will hold darkly
To her memory
Even if I see
Her ghostly
I'll cut down the willow tree.

My love is gone
I will hold darkly
To her memory
Even if I see
Her ghostly
I'll cut down the willow tree.

My love is gone
I will hold darkly
To her memory
Even if I see
Her ghostly
I'll cut down the willow tree.