Ghost Song

Down the streets of the eastern parts of our kingdom Ghosts haunting all the little isles that my eyes have seen Ghosts among the masses rushing down Main Street A little ghost is hiding in the merchant's sack of gold There are ghosts in the corners

Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like