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