Ghost Dance

(альбом: The Singin' Hills Sessions: Mojave - 2020)

Come quick darling, come here, what a dream
Hold me while I tell you what I seen
It was a voice inside the fire
And the words were lined with stars
Said the view will soon depart
For the ghost dance

I looked up on mother life she rode the comet's tail
Blue her sorrows, filled her eyes somehow she felt she failed
She said love to you who've tried
But the green has left the vine
And I do believe it's time
For the ghost dance

As she spoke the whispering moon fell gently through the cotton woods
She became a glistening bird on wings of old forgotten words
And her songs fell pure as snow
On the empty hearts below
And a mournful wind did blow
For the ghost dance

And the drum beat sure and slow
And the restless rail roads
Calling all the weary souls
To the ghost dance
The ghost dance