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The wind is always knocking at my window, And I am always seeing things in the shadow, It is like a white mist haunts the night, But doesn't come for fear or fright. . It seems to know that I am here, And means to cause me no fear, I hear it calling in the night, I just think it wants to know that I am alright. . The legend told, I found out, That this house was once in dout, A mother with her child, you see, And for some odd reason he looked like me. . They went to the ocean and went to the shore, And for just a moment she ignored, Her only son and that day he did pass, And now he lays under the greenest grass. . It's a sad story about when she died, She said, I hope he knows me and doesn't hide, I just need to see his smiling face, And then I will have no more disgrace. . On her death bed she did call, For her son, at the wall, And to the doctors suprise, There stood her son alive. . He walked to her and he did say, That she could not come with him that day, Until she spent her time here, That they could not, right now, be near. . So off into the shadow he did go, And said goobye and I know, That it makes you sad inside, But I can tell you, I would have never go and hide. . Into the night she did go, And all her pain and sorrow did grow, And now she lives here in this place. Wondering through the night, I have seen her face. . It's nice to know, that I have a ghost to look after me, I seems that was the way it was meant to be, She lost her son so long ago, But now she has me to love and it shows. . Perhaps she will find her way to her son, And maybe she will have finally won, Her pass back into heavens gates. But until then, with me, she sits and waits. Copyrighted August 1, 1999
by Derek Robbins |
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