From the window outside
pressing the issue at hand dear
the answer for you to hear,
Lost in the night for I can't find the road,
wandered too far from town
left the tavern alone,
went hunting down the green rolling
grass of the hills
and sought the ghosts of the past.
When you answer the night calling
lest you don't forget your way
more often than not you'll find
your lover won't stay.
Mystery will find you
but make no mistake
the green hillsides
are no saving grace.
The long night howling
from the window outside
pressing a hand dear
for you to hear.
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