Ghost Of Christmas Past

(альбом: A Christmas Carol - 2020)

Let's go back to where it started
Where my life was filled with peace
Though alone, my dad cold hearted
My sister Fan, made my darkness cease
Was left at school every Christmas evening
Then one day I found new meaning
When they would invite me home
Joyful, at ease with family
With the news that Fanny died
I knew from this moment that I'm all alone
(He thinks his alone when there's all around him others)
(That his lonely heart can't see, it's filled with greed)

Come and take my robe
We will fly away

Come with your robe, we fly away
To a time of jolly and gay
With the Ghost of Christmas Past
Here to help me find my way

Come with your robe, we fly away
To a time of jolly and gay
With the Ghost of Christmas Past
Here to help me find my way

On towards my glory days
Of working for a jolly man
Fezziwig, that kook, how he made us laugh and
Took us in with open arms
Dance 'til morning, singing, cheering
Christmas time was always steering
To a hope of better times
I still can recall that joyfull night
When I met my love, my Belle
Wish for the rest of my time
That we could have made a life together

Come and take my robe
We will fly away

Come with your robe, we fly away
To a time of jolly and gay
With the Ghost of Christmas Past
Here to help me find my way

Come with your robe, we fly away
To a time of jolly and gay
With the Ghost of Christmas Past
Here to help me find my way

The hour strikes, it's getting darker
Then I see a lonely man
Waiting for his true love Belle
Knowing that she won't show up
She was my true love, I knew
But she had found herself someone new
Consumed by greed, his lust for wealth
Lost in his world, a tragic spell

Now I know what could have been
Should I regret that painfull sin?
How I chose my own success
Before the only woman I have ever loved liked this

Come and take my robe
We will fly away

Come with your robe, we fly away
To a time of jolly and gay
With the help of the Ghost of the Christmas Past
To show me on my way

Come with your robe, we fly away
To a time of jolly and gay
With the Ghost of Christmas Past
Here to help me find my way